I hear him at night.
He growls and he grins.
It runs straight through me,
With whispers of sin.
His breath, it makes me choke,
His voice makes tears fall.
And when someone runs to help,
They see nothing at all.
The sun it shines with radiance,
And then he slithers away.
But as the sun falls,
Out he crawls,
And I can hear him say:
“Shush little lady,
Don’t you scream.
You know you deserve this,
You know it’s no dream.”
They all come running,
They shake me by the arms.
Demanding what’s the matter,
Demanding that I calm.
But the monster that is under my bed,
He leaves them all alone.
And no one else believes me,
While I have always known.
Open to interpretation - what do you think it is about?
