Its late at night.
I can't sleep.
Fear lays a clammy hand on me.
He crawls in next to me.
Whispering scary half-truths.

'You're going to fail the test tomorrow'
He taunted.
'You aren't prepared well enough'

Another night he told me
That I was a burden
to everyone I know.

He made me question my beliefs.
'You should have prayed for her safety.
Instead, you rejected God.
Let's see where that gets you'
He turned over, laughing.

It's irrational, I know.
But I can't help but believe him
Especially so late at night
When there's nobody I can look to
For comfort.