Monster under my bed

I know a sleeping monster. 
He lives in my head 
Always comes to haunt at wrong times
From under the bed 

He eats on my soulless flesh 
And drinks my thoughts alive 
Gets lost after making me habitual
N wakes me up by laughing aloud at five 

Comes and goes, in head and in heart
I often sit back and wonder
Why did I give him the right to live in
My life and cause lightening thunder

The sleepy monster with words so sharp
And a charming giggle to flash
If u ignore he makes u feel wanted
Being attended he throws u down to trash

Sleeping monster, or sleepy monster
I m tired of ur charming scare
I need to breathe without the shock
I think I have had enough of my share 

- Diary of an Oxymoron