Cold Dark Corner

There is a cold dark corner
In the back of my room.
It speaks to me,
And says"Im coming for you"

As I lay on my bed
In the fetal position
My eyes closed tight
Hoping and wishing

Maybe that one day
My dreams will come true
That I don't have to be here
So down and blue

The corner keeps talking
About how I'm going to die
All I can do
Is lay there and cry.

As the corner gets closer
And takes me in
My soul starts to burn
As so does my skin

My bones shall lay there
Turning to dust.
My bed surrounding
Nothing but rust.