My Monster

This monster, my monster, is on a rampage.
It roars, its muzzle covered in fresh red blood, fur matted and stained.
It kills everyone in its path, they scream and cry but it does them no good.
They're soon corpses lying on the cold hard floor.

There's no calming the beast that has taken over.
Merely a shadow in the doorway, eyes glowing a black-red.
Those orbs...they call to even the nastiest of humanity.
No light in its eyes; merely shadow and insanity.

I hover over your bed, searching for your weakness and fears.
As long as your eyes are closed I'm there; when they're open I'm always close.
Maybe I'm the person standing next to you, or the one who kisses you goodbye.
Just waiting to make my move and strike...