The Darkened Figure

There is a darkened figureThat sits upon my bed,Quietly he contemplatesWhat's running through my head.
Each time I find him thereHis bony fingers tap away,The more I wish that he were gone:The more I know he's going to stay.
He's there; on planes and trains and cars,He's there - just out of sight.And I know when I get homeHe'll be there again tonight.
There is a darkened figureThat sits upon my bed,His raspy voice that tells me"I lurk inside your head."
Category:Poetry
Category:Monsters