Every morning I awaken to the sound of his footsteps nearing my bed,
His fat, matted body stands next to me as he claws my head,
He picks, and he plays with the thoughts that I keep dear,
He rids of all good things so I only see what I fear,
All fur, and teeth he sits on me, he locks the air in my chest,
He makes sure that he starves me of my much needed rest,
Every morning I awaken to the sound of his footsteps just the same,
His fat, matted body stands next to me, Secret is his name.