Demon

He stands there
He stands there smiling
Such greed, playing on his lips
For I am alone with him
As he stands on by a table
Decorated by danger

Slowly that greedy, exciting, malevolent smile grows
It expands to the size of the crescent moon
And from his head sprouts two glistening towers
As his true presence starts to show

His eyes dim to the color of the dark
His grin grows far beyond its possibilities
He tears, he rips
He separates complete as his body

His head grows, inflated, now
Spinning, spiraling towards me
As its mouth opens

And my alarm clock rings once more
Ending night 5 of the nightmare