We feared him as children trying to go off to sleep
We saw him in our nightmares we tried to forget
We felt him hiding inside our closets in our bedrooms
Only to later enter under our beds to create our doom
The boogieman, that’s what he was who filled our fears
Every creek from darkness that you can’t see, he appears
Entering the scare inside our minds as we tried to escape-
Was it just our imaginations that made him real or were we not safe?
Now we’ve all grown up and still we have questions to this day
What makes the shadows move when there is no wind to make them sway
What still creeks your closet door open when you drift to sleep?
You realize as an adult perhaps everything is what it seems
Perhaps as a child your sixth sense told you what was there
The evil existence of the boogieman following you everywhere
And in the darkness is where his presence will always be
Waiting to snatch you while you drift into a deep sleep
So tonight, get your childhood flashlight and slowing look under your bed
If you see a shadow moving there that will be him becoming your greatest dread
And if you decide you’d rather not look for fear that you will find him there
Be prepared to face him once again in your worst nightmare….