Sleeping Terror

Curl up to sleep on a dinner plate

Awaken feet first in a behemoths belly

That shadow comes alive again

Taking the shapeless form

Of some towering monstrosity

A sore festering in a nightmares

Swollen cheek

Black mass of teeth that knows

Nothing but pain and meat

An ugly spider in the corner

For whom life is a waiting game

Trapped in an iron lung

Lies nothing but a severed head

That must be content to stare

Wide eyed at the ceiling

Till morning feels like coming home

To save the leftovers

For another nightly feast