Call me crazy, but I just had to find out.
This friend of mine, I never saw his gremlin.
Not by his side or in his bag. Just nowhere!
I would watch his subtle smile and hearty laughs, but
Where was his gremlin?

So after school one day, I followed him home.
My gremlin convinced me to, dragged me there.
I peered through his bedroom window. Boring!
It was so clean and orderly I almost barfed!
Where was his gremlin?

My gremlin clawed my hands, lifting the window.
A sledgehammer of stench smacked me back ten feet!
I didn't know I should have been so scared.
No gremlin stinks that much, but I still crawled in.
I'd find his gremlin.

The air was thick, heavy like smoke from burnt flesh.
I crept to the closet, where black goop seeped from.
As I pulled back the creaking doors, the lights dimmed.
Whatever disgusting thing was in that room,
It was no gremlin.

Its eyeless face drooped, its mouth indiscernible,
All that stood out were the teeth, razor blades,
That jutted from the gooey, stringy, black slime.
Even now I can feel it, taking my warmth.
"I'll go feed him now.”

The bedroom door flung open and there he was,
The friend I'd tracked. He watched me run out.
I didn't stop sprinting until I nearly collapsed.
I wanted to be so far away from him and his gremlin.

Now that I see his smile, hear his laugh,
I only see that black void, feel those razors,
And my gremlin doesn't act the same anymore.
I don't know why I wanted to find the truth, but
I've seen his gremlin.