Imaginary Friend

Tim was lonely as a child Tranquil, timid and quite mild He was considered as weird But that wasn't what he feared. He saw people that were dead Monsters hid under his bed Voices whispered in his brain Everyday he was less sane. Below the surface of his mind Something of sinister kind Started to control the boy Playing with him like a toy. It lied to him every time With a merry, joyful rhyme "Without me you're gonna die. Come on! Trust me! Friends don't lie! I'm everything you'll ever need. With my power you won't bleed You won't break, nor will you fear! I'll protect all you hold dear. We'll be one until it ends. After all, we are best friends!" Soon, the whispers in his ear Boy believed to be sincere So with friendship as a cost He became the demon's host.