Man Is A Demon

At night I hear them scratching
My wooden floorboards are worn
They sneer and spit as I lie there
Too weak to fend for myself

In the dark they come alive
To taunt me as I close my eyes
They pierce my mattress and rise up
To leer over my frozen limbs

I lean across to wake him
His body not the one to save me
My silent scream is ignored
As the beast begins his assault

The night is when it happens
I remember the suffocation
Frailty feeding adrenaline
As his claws cut through my dress

I plead but no one hears me
I beg and no one rescues
He leaves his stain inside me
And slithers back into the shadows

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