How can something that, lit up the dark, gave light to the darkened world, be so harmful???
Scarred, by the moonlight, I’d been, ‘cuz that’s when, ALL those, monsters came out to attack me! Scarred, by the moonlight, bet that the moon never realized, how her presence, can hurt a child so, how the lack of daylight can, become, so scary, and trap you, inside that nightmare called L-I-F-E!
and no, the ones I’d encountered aren’t cute like these…picture from online…
Scarred, by the moonlight, I’d been, for a long, long, long time, all through, my childhood years, and those were, supposed, to have been, the most carefree, happiest, years of my entire life, but were they, huh? Of course N-O-T. I’d, battled, those god DAMN monsters in the nights, raped most of my dolls (most of “whom” were girls, by the way, although I did, have that white Teddy bear, and I’d, SPANKED him so FUCKING hard, that his buttocks STOPPED squealing!).
Scarred, by the moonlight, as the moon rose, the monsters started, waking up in the darkness, they’d, crawled out from underneath my bed, from the darkened places underneath my desk, and from that basket by my bed, where I’d, kept, my cherished items………
Life, the Obstacle Course 