There’s a monster here, crawling in my bed
I can hear its breath. Harsh, raspy, taunting
Through my nightmares it’s well fed
I’m too scared to turn around, it’s too daunting
My eyes dart to every corner of my room
My shaky touch fragile and cold
I can feel it watch me, its gaze consumes
It’s a beast of a thousand lies, uncontrolled
I feel it with every fiber of my body
But the funny thing is, I can never fight it
Everyone has this one monster, so ordinary,
Yet so scary, knowing that this primal beast
Is just yourself, knowing that what plagues your nightmares
Are your own bloody fingertips.
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