There is a monster
He lives under your bed
He says evil words
They get stuck in your head
You feel broken
Lost and weak
A higher road
Is all that you seek
The monster is careful
He's cruelly kind
But thats just an act
So he can enter your mind
His claws are curved
Eyes sharp and kind, never to have cried
Small twist to his mouth
But a demon inside
His touch is gentle
His skin is cold
He has lived so long
He is growing old
Your parents walk in
Just one random night
You and the monster
Had gotten in a fight
Blood on the walls
And blood coming from your head
You had been killed
By the gun beneath your bed
