Beast

If he were an animal, he'd be a beast.

Not the beast that would be hairy or crude to the eye,

But a beast that would appear human then invade your mind,

Take over completely, and you wouldn't know what hit you.

He is a the kind of beast that would sink his teeth into you, and wouldn't let go,

Not until your last breath escaped your lungs.

He is the beast that haunts your nightmares, the kind that awaits you in the dark.

He is the monster under your bed, the creature messing with your head.

He stays sly and clever, never getting himself caught; he never trips up.

He remains talented in the arts of manipulation, confusing you until it's too late;

Until you're in too deep.

He is the beast that you can't get rid of, if you dare to let him in.