Monster...

The monster

lay sleeping

over forty

years waking

every now

and again

just to

speak.

Words would

come and

once having

been heard

the Monster

would go

back to

sleep.

But now

the Monsters

awake and

seems to

have no

plans of

returning to

slumber.

The air

is heavy

and I

can't breathe

knowing he

wants to 

take me

over.

No rest

or relief

from the

Monster who

stalks through 

night and

into the

day.

Not letting

me sleep 

nor even 

to eat 

I am

destined to

just fade

away.

No place 

to run 

and no

place to

hide one

starts to

lose one's

faculties.

I wish

you could

help but

you really

can't help

for you

see the

Monster is

me.