Raising my Existence

 As a very small boy I heard
 a shy whisper from behind 
the old oak tree in the woods.
Quietly I saw a strange animal
Unlike any that existed anywhere else ever before
I befriended it and fed it 
nurtured the creature and named
it my existence. 
It slept with me
,breathed as I did.
It grew strong and tall.
I taught it many skills  
that it could perform.
we were inseparable.
Then one day it snarled at me.
Baring fierce fangs and it looked like death.
I realized it wanted to see me dead.
In fact it was  sure one day I would die.
Since that moment it sits in the corner
of my bedroom.
It looks at me asking nothing of me.
In fact needing nothing from me.
Never sleeping it is
just waiting for something.
I ignore it and we have a mutual truce. 
But I dont trust it anymore
It wants to kill me.
But I know in my heart 
One of us 
is not going to survive this thing.