MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree

Horrifying Lullaby

Still wake up at the middle of the night,
Using the phone busy to do some spite;
Laughing alone because of friends' reactions,
Unconscious to what will be the next occasions.

Halted from giggling a moment after,
Feeling the hot breath behind the ear;
Like a statue, didn't move that might regret,
Losing the phone on hands and dropped on the carpet.

Acted so brave but viscera were shaking,
Trembling after finding out someone was singing,
Added when started to hear a music inside the head;
Behind, a lady in white dress toning a lullaby beside the bed.

"I'll be beside you waiting for you to die,"
A lyrical repetition of her horrifying lullaby.

-Marxx Archer