The Beast

It was a cold night in December,

and all I could do was ponder,

Why it was I couldn't move,

So as I sat there I grew weary,

of the sinking beast that lurked above me,

He was large and without feature,

aside from his devilish grin,

he whispered in my ear,

"come home sweet child",

But no matter how much I tried to resist,

He inched ever closer,

The one who would seal my fate,

He slashes my arms with glee,

I know it is too late now,

He took his prize,

My sanity,

I sunk deep into his domain,

With nothing to greet me but him,

He whispers "It's time",

and in an instant I felt myself push the chair away,

But it was too late,

By the time I realized what I had done,

the chair was already gone,

I hung there suffocating slowly,

till all went black,

Till he claimed the ultimate prize.