There Be Monsters Here.

[Kingsausage1778]

There be monsters here,
They live in dark corners,
They belch acidic torment,
Farting the stench of vengeance.

There be monsters here,
They prick the mind, and eat the body,
They rape the soul, and infect the spirit.

There be monsters here,
They giggle and whisper,
They masturbate and conspire.

There be monsters here,
Always has been,
Always will be.

[rowens]

The monsters in my room used to make one piece of wood in my folding closet door fall out every once in a while at night while I was sleeping, just to fuck with me. Anything else would have been too blatant, and would have pleased me.
But that subtlety was lovely.

[Semicircle]

There be monsters here,
lurking in dark corners,
permeating torment;................ Maybe 'shrouds'?
Farting the stench of rot.

There be monsters here,
They prick the mind, and eat the body, I can't visualize prick here
They rape the soul, and infect the spirit. Cliche

There be monsters here,
They giggle and whisper,
They masturbate and conspire.

There be monsters here,........................consider this.
Always has been,
Always will be

At night 
they and I converge
cus'
there be monsters here.

The poem was kind of redundant with the
'they do this and they do that'

I feel like you could expand on the relationship between
the relationship of the narrator and the monsters.

Needs work.

Thanks for the read,
SC.