Things that lurk undercover
Like a whisper
In the dark
Your fears will just keep growing
Till they’re vicious
As a shark
You would proclaim
They call your name
A chant that’s heard beneath the grave
One day you’ll realize
Your life was full of lies
You lived and died a slave
You let the bright sun blind you
And the things that skulked behind you
Became the monsters from your nightmares
Kiss it all goodbye
And try not to cry
Don’t dare to ask why
Like a stuffed bear
Long forgotten
Its shadow grows when doors are closed
If you don’t scream
Awaken from a horrid dream
The precious morn will never come
Trapped in a haunting
Creatures are taunting
I know it’s daunting
Turn on the lights
Welcome the frights
They are what you make them to be
© 2007 Strawberry Peri
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