what would you do,
if you had to stay at school late?
and it just turned dark,
and you step outside,
when you smell something faint,
you just ignore it but as your walking,
you spot something on a piece of bark,
you go closer and realise there's something on it,
its red. and there was a small patch of it, you think its paint,
then you look closer and finally believe,
this poems been uncovered,
for what we all deceive,
in a blink of an eye,
you look to the side,
and find what's been awoken,
for the red on its mouth,
shows you whats on it's inside,
for the monster ahead,
just stares at you,
and - now - your - dead
