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
