The Monster In Me

The Monster In Me

Within me, pacing with the tick and tock,
it waits for dark, with growing appetite.
Then out of bed, this heinous thing will stalk,
when quiet, steady breaths befall the night.

With stealthy footsteps, down the stairs it sneaks
into the kitchen, inching in the dark.
The monster in me finds the knife it seeks
and wields in blackness, searching for its mark.

Now softness and the pointed blade collide.
It slices off a portion to partake.
Again, the monster's fully satisfied;
upon its fleshy lips is chocolate cake.

And if we're ever caught, I'll firmly claim
"It was the growling beast, I'm not to blame."