Lurking in the Corners...

I live and feed off fright
Lurking in corners of the night

When you’re tired and lay your head
You just might find me under your bed

I feed off the fear of innocent souls
And you can’t escape me; I can’t be controlled

But don’t fret or worry too much
Because I promise I’ll burry you when I’m done

No one will find you, no one will know
How you’ve been killed, or fed MY soul