POEM "FILTHY CREATURES" written by martin gedge

Seep into the darken shadows
that fill this lighted room
hide beneath the coffin covers
while curtains draw the gloom
a thousand eyes are lurking on
through holes and walling cracks
while shivers up and down your spine
that raise the beastly back
an open gate of closet space
that grips below your bed
the sweat to form your paling brow
is hanging by a thread
the knuckle scrapes on wooden doors
and bleed with every drip
bodies strewn to breathing floors
and grave this bedroom crypt
a rush of cold and frozen blue
as evil welcomes in
the filthy creatures come alive
and feed upon your skin
another nightmare in the dark
to what you fear inside
a band of demons at your bed
and there's no place to hide
give into this wicked way
and scream into the night
the little critters want to play
and there's no end in sight...