Creeping and crawling away in the dark, Something is living within my heart. High beyond the attic door, There is a creature who screams with a mighty roar. Writing alone in the dark by candlelight, It whispers to me and gives me the frights. Its horrifying tales are filled with gore, Oh, how I wish I could write no more. These dreaded tales of a world no more, I am imprisoned by this wretched whore. Piles of papers I stack on my desk, Filled with scenes of what is grotesque. I’m scared to read them of what I have done, Knowing it was all about having fun. I write them down from going insane, While I crawl across this deserted plain. Trapped in a world filled with monsters and bats, How I can hear the screams of that old damn cat. I listen and type this horrible play, My conscious can’t stand it and tells it to go away. I sit in my room thinking about my past, Oh, how I wish these stories wouldn’t last. I stay at my typewriter thinking of what to say, Oh, how I wish the nightmares would stay away. Goblins and scarecrows and some scary ghosts, They all want to dance and get really close. The creatures who wander inside my old mind, I feel someday I’ll be one of their kind. Ghostly apparitions stand alone in the rooms, I think they wait for the hand of doom. Speaking in moans and groans to warn, I write down their thoughts of being reborn. In the rooms behind these painted walls, Lives an old man who does what he’s told. He staggers about with a cane in his hand, Telling the tales in the pages of sand. Typing away in the gloomy cold, I feel my fingers turning to mold. Spiders and bats and a man- eating worm, They chase me around with their ungodly germ. Skeletons all covered in decaying dead, As I lay quietly in my somewhat bed. Creeping about the cobwebs of my mind, Thinking about what to do with all of mankind. I dream of places far from my dread, Oh, how I wish the monsters were dead. I sit alone with my horrible thoughts, I think this is the end of a life once sought.
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