Can I join the poets club?
Little one how awful your life must be
To dream the dreams you always see
You look at the nightmares and never fear
It’s just dreams to you, or so I hear
Your friend is not the peaceful kind
He kills and flays, he wants your mind
The best friend you have in the dead of night
He will not yield till he wins the fight
But little one these are not just dreams
Here you inflict horror, pain and screams
And if you don’t wake up to behold and see
I hope and pray that you’ll never dream of me