"IN THE CLOSET" It's close to midnight, and sleep has escaped my eyes. It is no one's fault but mine, because the whole day I never opened my eyes,
Not every day is like every other day,
but in a literal way, to me a day is like a year,
In the closet, I hear deep slumber,
No it's just my imagination and no other,
I listen closely, and then the door I opened boldly,
That dark spot in the little hole I focused mainly,
I ask myself, did I, if I make that hole?
I remember that in that narrow corner there was a red pole,
But wait, what exactly is my goal?
To find a monster, then make his head roll?
Hell no I can't handle that,
How could I, when I still run from a rat?
So I went back to my bed, but instead on the ground I lay flat,
Imagining myself with the monster practicing karate,
Just one more slumber from that closet, and I'll act,
And that's when I saw the dead bat.
What is a dead bat doing in my room?
Who sent the poor bat to its doom?
Am getting tired of all this,
But how do I handle it?
Once again I heard deep snoring,
Right now am thinking about running,
This time from two different sources,
This indeed is what a horror movie causes.
The time has come for me to be brave,
Even though I just might be digging my early grave,
I will open that door and whatever I see I'll take,
And that is when from this dream I will wake.