Alone In the Dark
It's so hard to be brave
sitting alone in the dark
when every little sound
can give you a start
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Then something moves
and you know not why
in your own mind you're
sure you're going to die
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Is it a ghost or a demon
or some other imp of hell
or just your imagination
sometimes it's so hard to tell
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Goosebumps run wild
and your heart starts to race
you are too scared to run
the terror shows on your face
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You hear it draw nearer
then the scratching of claws
you sit shaking in the dark
awaiting that tooth filled maw
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You squeal like a little sissy girl
when you hear a hiss and a spat
and the evil for which you wet
yourself was only that darn cat
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mkt
2017
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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