My Monster

The monster of the night, Has returned again to play, My body fills with awful fright. There’s nothing I can do or say. The monster rips me out of bed, He pulls me upright, griping me tight. Knowing what’s to come, this I dread. My monster is overpowering, no way to fight. Time is right, games about to begin, Look anywhere but down, never look down. This is not my fault, what’s happening is a sin. Hold my breath, and don’t make a sound. Last time was the last time, but he’s back again. Forever praying my monster and I be found. It’s over now; he leaves me with a threat, To tell anyone of our game will cause you to die. Not saying anything the first time; my biggest regret. Now on a Dr. Allen’s couch; is where I will try to lie? Getting high alleviates the pain and shame. Like it never happened, just a bad dream, Tortured soul; a result from the monsters game, My monster will be judged, God will come to redeem.