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Little Monster Lying in my Bed

By: Km2

Page 1, I got the idea to write this one, just the other day, while humming DMB\'s: Big-eyed fish to myself. It also has a mix of inspiration, drawn both from one or some, of the other works I\'ve read on this site; and from the preface that Stephen King used in his novella collection: Four Past Midnight(the first book of his I ever bought, at the wee age of twelve, or so), twas a poem by Stephen Crane.

I've got a little monster

Lying in my bed

When I turned to face him

This is what he said:


Come with me, or

I will have your soul

Better do my biddings

Just, do as you are told


I begged and I pleaded

Just to, please, let me live

My begging wasn't heeded

My soul, I still, had to give


Come to me, now

I will not ask again

Look at me, now

Can't see how you will win


I stare at the monster

Deep into his piercing eyes

He looked deep, back into mine

And swore that I would die


Now the monster grabbed me

shoved his claw, deep into my chest

Tore my heart out, eating it

Saying, "Ooo, this is just the best."


Enjoying his meal, my heart

Then he licked his fingertips

Cleaning every drop of blood

Of mine, from him, as I watched it drip


He looked at me, now

With his evil grin

Through his blood-stained teeth

"You think you still can win?"


As I swayed, then toppled

He laughed with all his might

I hit the ground, then died

From no heart, or maybe just from fright


Here's the preface from Stephen King's novel: Four Past Midnight. A Stephen Crane poem; maybe only an excert.


In the desert

I saw a creature, naked, beastial,

Who, squatting upon the ground,

Held his heart in his hands,

And ate of it


I said, "Is it good, friend?"

"It is bitter---bitter," he answered;

"But I like it

Because it is bitter

And because it is my heart."


-Stephen Crane-

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