Do you dream in black and white, as the bogie man drags you under the bed?

And when you wake up covered in a cold sweat, can you remember what you did,

Did you cry out for your mother, like you used to do when you were a child?

As he pulled you kicking towards the black window, him and his horrible smile.

That dirty clowns hat on his oversize head, the rancid stench on his terrible breath,

Those long green fingernails digging into your flesh, as he pulls you by the head,

Now here comes the ghostlike black window, racing down the long dark musty hall,

And with impossible strength he lifts you up, as your bloody fingers scrape the walls.

 

You promised yourself you would not come here, lying in bed saying your prayers,

There are never any signs to warn you, just blink and he has you by the hair,

Now everything happens in slow motion, the window becomes the size of a house,

Each gigantic pane ripples like black velvet; something is trying hard to get out.

As the bogie man pushes you close to the window, urine gushes down your legs,

Somewhere in the back of your consciousness, comes a memory of wetting the bed,

Hundreds of heads start pushing thru the velvet, pain and agony all over their face,

You would give anything in the world to get far away, from this horrible place.

 

The bogie man never once says a word, and his super strength never seems to wane,

It feels like been held in chains of iron, as all those velvet faces scream out in pain,

Hundreds of little black velvet fingers, clawing inches away from your nose and chin,

They all plead with you to show some mercy, they will try anything to get back again.

Then they all disappear in an instant, just a giant black wall in front of your eyes,

Nothing but total darkness and silence, is this it feels like to finally have died

Just then the bogie man stands nose to nose, and runs a slimy tongue across your face,

As the black velvet wraps itself around you, and holds you both in deaths embrace.

 

Its freezing cold inside the shroud, death crawls like tiny spiders all over your skin,

That poison tongue takes out your eyes, then like a snake it crawls deep within,

You try to scream but no sound comes, surly your mind cannot take much more,

Suddenly that vicelike grip loosens a little; the shroud starts to unravel like before.

The shroud and the bogie man are gone now; again you stand before a black screen,

Feel your eyes with your hands and they are ok, realizing you’re in a really bad dream,

If only you could turn around and run, but fear keeps you fixed where you stand,

But now a little light shines behind you, and some small force pulls you by the hand.

 

Just as you begin to take a few steps backwards, a horrible giant head pushes thru,

And huge black velvet mouth with fangs lunges forward and tries to swallow you,

You do not need any more motivation; you take off running down the dark hall,

Then up stone steps that seem to be a mile long, and through that hole in the wall.

Just as you feel you are almost safe, something grabs your ankle with a claw hand,

With your other leg you kick it in the face, he finally let’s go that rotten bogie man,

With all your remaining strength you grab the legs, on the trusty old mahogany bed,

Crawling out onto the bedroom floor, until tomorrow night at least you are not dead.

 

 

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