Tripping you to make you fall,
Screaming children gather 'round,
Smothereing you to a screamless sound.
Things disappearing without a trace,
Finding out you're a big disgrace,
Not one in this world can care,
So get out of my head, I swear.
Seeing too many illusions in your head,
Wolves, monsters, and the living dead,
Slimy monsters in the lake,
In your hand lies the stake.
Watch out for that monster that kills his wives,
Slay him with one of your butcher knives,
Help me help me before I'm dead,
He is going to stab me in the head.
Tick, tick sounds the clock,
Come the crows in their flock,
Galloping horse and a headless man,
Oh no, run as fast as you can.
Slay it, slay it till it's gone,
In the morning's sunny dawn,
Wake up from this nightmare,
It's the end, I declare.
by: Charlene Longwell