They say that monsters come only at night, That light will drive them away. But not all creatures follow this rule, Safety not certain during the day. He hides on the fringes of your vision, Brief glimpses of the distorted. He slithers and writhes behind your eyes, Reaching for you, limbs contorted. Before you know it your children are taken, And now it's come down to you. His breath is oppressive, his presence acidic, He feels pity is undue. Suddenly, trapped in his grasp so tight, You struggle to break yourself free. He laughs and he gurgles and he screeches with glee, He turns your head for you to see.