Who is it?

What is it?

The monster under my bed

Or the monster inside my head

I want to escape

To run away from this thing

But you cannot escape what others do not see

And those that did see

See no more

It haunts my every waking moment

Every dream

There are no happy thoughts

Just the taste of fear

The waiting for death

The moment when I draw my last breath

This is no nightmare

This isn't Hell

This is Reality

That's all it is

I wake up at night

crying

With the smell of fear

There it stands at the edge of my bed

Waiting to kill

And taste my flesh

I close my eyes

It leaves

It's only a short moment of relief

I know it's games

I know what it does

It will drive me into madness

And than I will die