Friday the 13th

Do you feel the stiffness in the air? Do you see people walk with care? We all know the day is upon our feet. Oh yes, we know its Friday the 13th. Hours go by Watch the sun fall and the moon rise. Superstitions fill up our hearts. Fear move through our body parts. Everything is moving slowly. Something we do feel unholy. Shake the feeling until the end, Cause in the morning, we'll breath again. So here's to another creepy day, For I know, we all pray. This chilling touch we feel, Won't come until next year.