THE MAN IN THE CRACK

As I lie staring at the ceiling 
I feel it staring back, 
Out the corner of my eye 
I see a tiny crack, 
I know he lives there deep within 
I feel him looking back, 
He sits there watching patiently

until I turn my back. 
 

This man with eyes as black as coal 
His breath stagnant and so foul

I know he wants a piece of me 
But this is something I won't allow 
He's not having it easy,

I am too proud
 

He sits and waits till  darkness falls 
Then ventures out his tiny hole,

and scurries fast down my wall 
I see the shadow closing in, 
I start to feel the fear within. 
 

And as I lay there in my bed 
I feel his breath on my forehead, 
I know he's close enough to touch

I close my eyes and start to push, 
Deep down into the bed I go

Covers over head I throw, 
Holding tight with all my might

He's not having me tonight. 
 

And as I lie there paralyzed 
I feel him close to my left side, 
He sits on the bed next to me 
I'm really glad I cannot see, 
This man that sits so patiently 
Who really wants a piece of me
I'm not giving up and with all my 
Might

try as he may I'm going to fight 
 

He starts to tug at my covers 
I pull them back up and start to 
Shudder, 
I feel so scared and all alone 
As I search for my mobile phone, 
Who can I call?

I do not know. 
 

Phone in hand  it offers some light
the covers pull back sharp

Gives me such a fright, 
 

I open my eyes and stare straight 
Up 
He's hovering just above my 
Head, 
This is it I'm surely dead. 
 

He stares at me with eyes of coal 
Nose touching mine, his breath 
Smells foul, 
His tongue out stretched to taste 
My skin 
What happens now?

I cannot win? 
 

The light turns on,

the man has 
Gone 
Scurried back in to his hole 
but I know he waits for me

how it makes my blood run cold 
Knowing he sits watching and 
Waiting 
Anticipating his next move, 
 

But I am clever

I have a plan to stop him looking
I have a plan for I'm no fool
For I will stop him from sitting and 
If it's the last thing that I do
I will stop him from looking back 
I stand on a chair and reach to 
The ceiling 
And make sure I cover that crack, 
The man who used to sit and 
Stare 
Is NEVER EVER coming back

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