The murk under my bed,

terrifies me out of my head.

Ears hear the whisper,

and body senses the weird wiggler 

under my bed.

Cowering eyes search,

and on the praying lips, my clammy hands perch. 

My breaths rattle but mother dismisses them in a sweet prattle.

One day, for the final time the light dims,

and the fingers stretch over my limbs.

I melt,

into the same darkness, I felt.

Gone and alone,

under the bed's cold shadow.

Strange to see my body walk and talk,

without me. 

The eyes glint a different shine. 

And I became the murk under my bed,

with only my body's sweet snores as my lullaby.