Horror is my speciality,
I enjoy gore and fatality,
With a paper and pen,
I can make the monster that hides under your bed,
I'll make your nightmares come to life,
And make you look in your closet every night,
In the little bloody detail,
Of my gorey tale,
Lie in wait, 
A monster most do hate,
He follows you around
Not making a sound
Waiting patiently for the time to strike
He's the bump in the middle of the night
Making you cry and scream with fright,
He is my tool
But I have no control
He is fear
A monster within us all.