Eleventh Grade Horror

We all have something to fear It lies inside of our souls It lies inside of our hearts Into our brains it crawls And starts tearing us apart Eleventh grade is a fearsome year They look at the teacher, and try not to shed a tear The teachers hide behind a façade Knowing that their inner being, is fairly odd Walk into the classroom, have a nice glance Once you go in, getting out, you have not a chance There is a saying, it disturbs me so That the beginning is fast, and the ending is slow The teachers greet you, tell you to have a seat Once you are seated, they plan the feast They ready their settings, they ready their plates The name of the meal is called, “deluxe student fate” Once you are seated, you notice a glow In the back closet, lie the bodies the teachers stow Once you go in, you never come out That is not the only thing you have to fear about The exams are harsh, your brain gets too full Next thing you know, knowledge starts tearing apart your skull If you look at a textbook, you all of a sudden blackout When you wake up, your on the teachers desk, with an apple in your mouth You’re tied to the desk, blindfolds cover your eyes Something in your ear whispers, “You’re going to die.”