Literature
The Demon
I am the demon
Hiding under your bed,
Awaiting nightfall,
In hopes to be fed.
My claws they are long,
And my teeth are so sharp,
While my eyes are like diamonds,
And black is my heart.
Your mother says that I am not real,
That I'm just in your head!
And could never be true,
But now she's dead!
I wait,
And I hide,
For just the right time,
So clever, so snide!
I sit in the closet,
And dream of the day,
When you no longer fear me or
What could happen today.
And when you open the door,
You'll cry
As I rise,
And ask if you really want to die.
I can't help myself
I do try
But I'm just so hungry inside,
Don't ask me why.