Every night I lay in bed,
But feel something above my head.
I dont dare to look and see
Because I'm afraid it will be looking at me.
Thump, creak, drag, thump.
It leans near and pulls my hair out in clumps.
I cannot look but I peek,
I can see his hook covered in streaks.
Streaks, streaks of blood i say
I hear his hook start to come my way
I open my eyes and to my surprise,
This figure in front of me starts to rise
Big, gigantic feet, that make the floor creak.
Long, long arms that thump and are pointy as a beak.
A large oval head that sees me.
No nose, bright red slits, and a key.
The slits for eyes and the key for hope, the hope for the pain to help you cope.
You are not afraid of the darkness, but what is within.
This is not a battle I will win.
