Lurking Fear

Its eyes wide
Bloodshot red
The creature awaits
Under your bed
Waiting for
A foot to dangle
So it can grag it
Rend it, mangle.
And pull you down
To the darkness below
But turn on your light
And where did it go?

The Monster by Lurking Fear, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

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