Don’t be afraid of the creatures
that lurk in the deep dark;
That crawl and scratch away
At your memories in the twilit night.
They mean well.
They feed on your nightmares
Breathe gentle stories quietly
Into your mind to ease the pain
Sucking the horror from your thoughts.
They do mean well.
They may nip and bite at you
From time to time, they might;
But you can’t blame them,
They won’t survive solely on dreams.
I swear they mean well.
Please believe me that they do.
It’s just that sometimes
Are a little too sharp;
They bite down harder than expected;
They take more than they intended.
But they can’t help it.
They’re only trying to help.
Now, go back to sleep.