Analysis of It

He lurks in the trees and watches them all-
Their fear grows, slowly increasing each day.
They’re being chased escaping many close calls.
After escaping, it inches its way.

Soon they, know everyone is never safe.
As the sun goes down, it inches closer,
At midnight, it approaches my house base-
It stares at my window, nothing over.

Tonight’s different… it enters my door.
Walks past my living room, and kitchenette.
It’s attracted to me, like im a lore.
It tries to breach my door, but I won't let.

It enters, I observe its honest form-
Before my eyes, is all my nightmares swarmed.