do you hear that noise.
It's dark and it's evil,
that small scary voice.
It giggles behind you,
you turn around.
It pushes you forward,
it makes you fall down.
It knows all your secrets.
It visits your dreams.
It makes you see things.
It loves all your screams.
Is it on your ceiling
or under your bed.
Is it in your closet,
or just in your head.
It's there and you know it,
it's calling you back.
It stands in the darkness,
it's eyes dead and black.
Just don't think about it,
go on with your life,
but for your own safety,
sleep with a knife.
The knife will not hurt it,
the knife is for you.
Cuz if it should catch you,
your better of through.
I write poems that make my friends think I'm disturbed
