Control Your Imagination
shh
shh
listen
it's best not to scream
look at the creatures before you
it's hard not to squeam
they're terrifiyng
they're frightning
they reach to the skys
they're teeth are bigger than my fist
but they don't punch
they dive
shh
shh
don't make a sound
these creatures could hear you living
try to breath a little less
your chest I see is heaving
your heart beating is direct
but don't worry
they're to busy
tearing off that flesh
they have begun their eating
so to them we're not a threat
shh
shh
stop stirring little boy
the little girl in front of you
was just a little toy
...well now she's just nothing
just slabs of rotting flesh
it's a good thing they got the best of her
cause to us
they'd do rest
shh
shh
why are you crying now?
it's not my fault your sick in the head
made up these beastly things that wet your bed
you have the power to make them go away
but instead your just watching them
shredding off her face...
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2009
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