There is a place I rarely go,

February 5

There is a place
I rarely go,

Not for the fear
But 'cause I know

The sort of monsters
That live there:

Within my heart,
Under the stair.

Monsters I know
Are part of me,

Monsters I know
That long to be free.

I also know
That I will harm

Myself indeed,
My voice, my arm.

Because monsters kept
Under wraps will often

Find a way to
Make locks soften.

You think that they
Are safely bound

When really they
Are about to drown

You and your life
In tears of hate,

Waves of terror,
From the Gate.

So you have two choices
Of what to do:

Kill the beast,
Or let it through.

Option one
Will hurt to touch

But option two
Will pain you much

Much much more
Than you can know:

So slay your demons
Before you go

Looking for love
And battles to fight.

Make sure that your
Own stars are right.

Ask your God
To help you see

The way within,
And blessed be.

Know that I
Will always hold

Space for you,
In from the cold.

No matter what
They try to do

Your place is here,
When all is through.