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 The Closet  (5 ratings)by M. A. Tolli Silently now you climb the stairs Time for rest, forget your cares You shut your window To stop the breeze The sweet sweet slumber is all you need Quickly now you shut your light And hurry into bed Rested on the cloud like pillow That sits below your head With out a care you drift off Deeply into sleep Dreams of laughter and happiness And money so knee deep But little do you know my friend What watches you, you cant see Nor can sweet mother, Or dear father Or the likes of all you three Your eyes shoot open, somethings wrong Is it real or just a dream? Your closet door is open Whatever could it be? Before you slept you closed the door It was closed Oh so tight But now its open, open wide Something isnt right Could it be mother ? Or maybe father? That opened the wooden door? Unlike you their deep in sleep And wanting for some more Slowly now you begin to rise And get out of you bed You feel the room get hot And sweat pours from your head You know something is watching But watching you from where In the darkness of the closet boy I tell you now beware
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