There are no monsters

under my bed

they aren’t hiding in my closets

they’re not buried in my shed

 

There are no ghosts

rattling their chains

up in my attic

moaning in pain

 

There are no witches

knocking at my door

there are no devils in my garden

trying to steal my soul

 

We all live nicely

inside of my head

things are pretty quiet here

now that I’m dead.