The man is afraid, he can`t sleep at night,
It`s always the same, sweating with fright,
A monster so bad it will kill you on sight,
And he knows all too well, it will come back tonight.
Of course he`s afraid, and he thinks he`s gone mad,
How can a dream be quite so bad?
He can`t go to work, so he can`t earn his pay,
And still the daemon stalks him by day.
It`s there in the house, wherever he looks,
He tries to read, but it`s there in the books,
It`s not that he`s seen it, just knows it`s around,
Cannot have heard it, for it makes not a sound.
In desperation, he decides to find,
The Evil thing that dwells in his mind,
But when it finds out, the Beast just goes wild,
And shows to the man, that it`s only a child.
He must kill it now, before it grows,
Destroy it soon, before anyone knows,
Then at last he will be free,
But the Beast wont give in easily.
For even though it`s not to old,
The Beast was formed when the earth turned cold,
It soon grew strong, and stronger still,
And now it only lives to kill.
The man is weak, his body gives in,
And to the Beast, another win,
The lifeless body it leaves behind,
And quickly moves along to find,
Another body, another mind.