Roo Arrgh Urroo (I have a bad feeling)

My eyes snap open.
Bright light and no shadows.
Everything goes silent.
They’ve always been there
in the corner of the room
out from the darkness of the toy box.
Decapitated, like my childhood
full with candy coated demons
that would come in the night.
Holding my breath.
Waiting for the magic word,
reminding me that the shadow of death
is always with me in this room
crowded with wide eyes and green flesh.
Who do I trust, when everything is new?
That strange confusion of language
in a maze owned by men.
This is where I come from.