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i think maybe if i one day close them
ill open them up again sometime later
and find that everyone would be dead
now i found myself crawling crazily down the stair
to the bar to scream of a facetious fantasy that
i thought i saw down by the mall one night
with the hope they believe me
i swore it was a monster i saw in my side vision
it was red and oozing and a nightmare come true
the wretched thing spoke to me about death
and how that was what brought him here
i fell over and over on my back stuck like a cockroach
screaming 'help me im stuck and cant get up ...i need help'
worry not he said for i was supposed for else i guessed
it was past midnight on friday the 13th
time stirred in the murky air while terrors looked for fair
it appears he had a much more sinister plan for the rest, more so with me all alone - the absolute security of a friend : O
he laughed.
