Demons in the Dark

I'm rooted to the spot now,
I feel I'm made of lead.
It knows as well as I do,
I might as well be dead.

I raise my face to the sky,
And see a billion stars.
Look closely, they form its face,
Slashed deep, criss-crossed with scars.

It's watching me with evil eyes,
Planning my death all the while.
I peer deep into the shadows,
Catch a glimpse, an evil smile.

I see it calmly watching me,
In a cool, collected way.
It plans to do it just like this,
So my fear will make me stay.

The minute I turn off this light,
That is when it will pounce,
Tear my helpless body to shreds,
Then eat me, ounce by ounce.

The dark will swallow me alive,
Smother me with its thickness.
Pull the covers up to my chin.
Maybe then, it will scare me less?

"Oh! There's nothing to be scared of!"
That's what everyone has said.
But, if there's nothing really there,
Then why am I so afraid?