Open doors leading to far worse places
Being afraid is no surprise
Dwelling in your closet's darkest corner
Taking shape becoming your worst fear
Planning, plotting, scheming
For the day -
The day you stop looking for their brethren under your bed
They finally can come out of hiding
Surprise by how easy it was to catch you
While they suck out your soul you fight for freedom
All the while making their feast more entertaining
How do I know this?
Because I am their only survivor
Or am I?