The beast within.
Black fur, red eyes, it has no disguise.
What is it you said?
It lies in wait underneath your bed.
What lies underneath my bed? I am the beast within. Nothing frightens me.
No more needs to be said. Sleep soundly.
I will. Soundless is how I will sleep. You won't hear a whisper or a peep.
Then why all this bickering beast within? I thought you were beastly. Why prattle on? Out of sin?
Yes. Sinful is what I am. Now watch your words. Before, I sin.
Goodnight. Sweet dreams. I'll be here waiting for you.
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James Green
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