Monster

There's something there, something there
Beneath my bed
I know what you said
But I've the inexplicable feeling
That the monsters are real

It's waiting for midnight
Licking its lips to eat me alive
While I'm praying for daylight
Hoping I survive

The monster's waiting
Patient and calculating
Green eyes waiting for my weakness
Wanting to leave my life a dreadful mess

All I need is someone to be brave
And save me from my socially suicidal grave
Before the ground beneath my feet decides to give
(no longer letting me live)