demon under your bed

When the skys vibrant colour fades out, When Gods existence becomes a doubt, Lights start to flicker like your faith, Your soul saunters towards the bait, Silence will come, knock at your door, Do not listen to it ,I implore, Trust not the dwellers of the night, These fangless beasts have a mighty bite, When loneliness brews you a bitter coffee, Do not succumb to it's false anomaly, If you find yourself consumed by fear, Trust this eerie voice that you hear, "Who art thou?", you may ask, First, your heart you must clasp, For I am not the voice inside your head, I am the demon hidden beneath your bed.