~*I have this feeling that this poem was already written before... =s *~

Don't turn don't move for he is here:
Your worse nightmare, your biggest fear,
When you were a child he used to hide under your bed,
He's a shiver down your spine, he's the voices in your head...

Don't turn don't move before he's gone,
Oh you shouldn't have come here alone,
He's a psycho, he wants to kill,
He has a knife in staineless steel;

You know he's here, even though,
You never heard, you never saw;
He really hates you, wishes your death,
He keeps you awake, he holds your breath;

After midnight your eyes are open wide,
You wish to scream, you want to hide,
But his shadow taints the wall,
You want to see, silently crawl;

Oh it was just an old coat stand,
But on your shoulder you feel his hand;
You jump and scream, you start to run,
Open a drawer and take your gun,

You turn and aim, right below his hat,
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Oh shit.it was just you cat!

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