I often pass by you,
I try to escape your gaze,
Before the darkness of your suppressive scowl devours me,

You sit there propped up underneath my bed ready to pounce,
Waiting for the daylight to fall, and the gloom of the night to take over,
The bed tattered and scarred from your blade-like claws tearing through the weathered wood,
The darkness surrounds me, impaled in fear,
Your lingering glare fixated on me through the darkness,
Your haunting stare kills me from the inside out everyday.

I tell myself I’m not afraid.
I tell myself I’m not scared.
But still I’m haunted by the faces,
I see them everyday,
In the people I love,
In the people I meet,
In the people I’m yet to know,
I see it in myself,
And it all began with you,

Now I sit there on top of my bed,
Staring deep down, submerged in the eyes of fear.