My Daemon.

It's black and dark and terrifying,
Silent, quiet, fear,
I know you don't believe me but-
There's really something here.

I'm not alone; it haunts me,
It's here and it has grown,
But search and you'll find nothing;
It's as if I am alone.

Monstrous as the deftest thing,
Horrendous in its prime,
Up the walls and down the ceiling,
Around my room it climbs.

Taunting with its presence,
I know it's really there,
My breath's in gasping, panicked pants,
I can feel its burning stare.

The thing is under my bed,
Or hiding in my draws,
When I shut my tired eyes,
In my nightmares it always roars.

I'm terrified it'll catch me,
For then what would it do?
Turn on the light and face it:
All I see is... You.