Monster

There's a monster behind me, he rummbles and grumbles. He follows me closly, creeping closer then before. I try to run, Try to hide, from the monster thats invisable to the naked eye. He haunts my every step. And whenever somthing becomes present, that is not pleasent to the monsster he wraps his long hand around my neck and stomach in. People stare as I gasp and plead. And I cant help but feel that, they are lucky, as they are not at heed by a little thing called fears.