Monster In The Closet
The monster, it lives in my closet. Before I rest, I must close the closet. I must also have the covers all the way over my body, incase it gets out of the closet. It has a grin that goes from one end of its face to the other. Its eyes bore into your soul like a hawk, waiting to strike. Before I exit the safety of the covers, I must turn on the light, as the monster reseeds back into the dark closet.
The monster, it lives in my closet. Before I rest, I must close the closet. I must also have the covers all the way over my body, incase it gets out of the closet. It has a grin that goes from one end of its face to the other. Its eyes bore into your soul like a hawk, waiting to strike. Before I exit the safety of the covers, I must turn on the light, as the monster reseeds back into the dark closet.