(Beneath the Cell. By: Ryan McKern)   

                                           

 He stuttered and squandered 

a ominous wonder,                             

  A trembling screech hideous sounds from underneath.              

What could lurk under his chamber bed?

The echoes of breathing it's eyes of scolder red.

His breath takes escape                  

 A child's laughter behind the drapes,

" What do you want?" He yells alas. "When will this terror pass?"

The apparition materialized, it was myself to my surprise,                                                           Dragging me once more under my bed a dense dementia claws, I created this beast..... I am my own flaws. ©