The man above the bed
In the darkness, I find solace
A fleeting sense of peace that enfolds me
The shadows comfort me, a somber lullaby
As I tremble beneath the bed, my heart frozen in time
The dust motes dance, a macabre waltz
A reminder of the world outside, where terror reigns
But I'm trapped in this abyss, a prison of fear
Where the only sound is the creaking of the floorboards, a death knell
He stalks, a predator, driven by hunger and malice
His footsteps thunder, a primal drumbeat that freezes my soul
Like an ogre, he lumbers, a monstrous force that defiles
Leaving destruction and despair in his wake, a ravaged landscape
His rage is a palpable thing, a living entity that claws
A madness that drives him to stab the air, a frenzied, savage cry...