Blindly thrust into creation
settled inside a strangers\' arms
moments later cuddled and warm;
unaware of the wickedness to come.
Not able to recognize
the beast at a glance,
he wore a cunning disguise;
that concealed his existence.
Loved by many who did not notice;
feared by all with his venomous stare.
Why was I the only to see
the monster residing behind the flesh?
Sleep is an illusion that I must not succumb;
for if my eyes fall he will emerge.
A towering nightmare that hovers above,
I cannot scream; for destruction would follow.