Horror Film

Scared of my dreams, Of falling asleep, All nightmares it seems, Bottomless pit, too deep, When you turn off your lights, Pitch black shrouds, You lose all your rights, As the monsters come out, storm clouds, Your imagination booms, Hand creeping, teeth snarling, sharp talons, Fright blooms, Fear by the gallons, To fall asleep, an eternity of waiting, Big monsters, small sounds, My fear is dictating, My light shines, as I make my rounds, Dare not to look under the bed, Scaley hands and sharp teeth I might find, So, I just look around the room instead, My fear is not being kind, Making up the worst possible things, Bringing up old memories, The fear still sings, Shakey, jelly knees, As I remember, The pot of fear, Every night, give it a stir, As nightmares leer, With their scary distorted faces, And in between the nightmares and dreams, A long line of spaces, Filled with hope, the fear redeems.