26 June 2012
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.
My Daemon. • Opuss № I