yet not when it is dark, that is when
the monsters come out to play
they carry you away, to where you dare not stay
Hidden in the shadows unseen
where they have always been
In the under-grove ready; to tear at your spleen
you will for the last time, ever be seen
The wicked ghouls will first eat your heart
that is where they will start, then open your head
making sure you are dead, kind of insane
they will feast on your brain
A rapture of squeals, enjoying their meals
you were walking alone with a mobile phone
the last sound heard is gnawing your bone
never should you have taken that walk alone
Remember that day waking up in sweat
the blanket tightly round you, the bed soaking wet
with heart pulsating, a dread in fear
two thousand and twenty, that was the year!
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