Under the beds,
Beneath the seats.
Little bunnies growing,
Bigger day by day.
Monsters in the closet,
Monsters under the furniture.
Once little bunnies,
Now revealing their true selves.
Little bunnies scared no one,
Cute, cuddly, makes you sneeze.
Monsters living under the bed,
Whispering horrors to a sleeping child.
Just like those bunnies,
Who were overcame with tissues.
Tears, boogers,
and left over sneezes.
Who turned to a monster,
Causing fear, hatred, mistrust.
Building up slowly,
Becoming monstrous devils from once innocent frames.
Just like those bunnies,
Who turned into monster.
Your lies build up in my attic,
Line by line.
When I was one,
I couldn’t tell red, white or blue.
When I was six,
I started to sense lies.
When I was twelve,
I was convinced that my life was a lie.
The ultimate lie,
The lie that I led a peaceful life.
As I out grew the attic,
And moved into my room.
All those bunnies were forgotten,
Left behind, not cared for.
Slowly these bunnies grew,
Into the monsters I mentioned.
And today as I look back,
Why did I ever trust you?
These lies that you told,
Hurt my heart, like nightmares of monsters.
Constantly drowning me,
An oceans wave constantly pounding.
Now I realize,
I was living a lie all along.
Your lies hurt me,
You just never want to notice.
Lies, monsters,
Please stop this torment.
It’s killing me,
All this is murderous, suicidal.
Dude, what bunny is that?! Is it a dwarf rabbit?!
I have no idea :/