We, as humans
At creating monsters to keep us company,
Conjuring ghosts out of memories
And ghouls out of thin air.
Children love to hate the creatures under their beds,
And we adults crave to enslave ourselves
To our own created master of Time,
The monster we ourselves created,
And we function in constant fear
Of it running out.
We’re so good at tricking ourselves to spell “truth” as “lies”
As we fall prey to the shadows of the nonexistent vultures.