The world I see
Is colored in red.
*I know, I'm the monster
Under your bed...*

You cry yourself
To sleep every night;
I speak to you,
Each. Word. Filled. With. *Ssspite.*

I like your flesh,
It's pink and sweet.
*I want to bite it off
And taste your meat.*

You're a bird in a cage,
That cage isn't mine;
You refuse to leave
Your *self* behind.

You're a willing puppet,
I'll play the puppeteer's part;
*I'll tear open your flesh
And rip out your heart.*

I'll torment and torture,
Till your words are stained red.
***Beware! I'm the monster
Under your bed...***