the howl of voices have left  my head
they are now residing.......under my bed
in the deep of night...i hear them plan
my mind they keep
some how they can...
i fight these voices every night
my brain it swirls...with shock and fright
i know it when i lose the battle
my bed post starts....to shake and rattle
i hear them laugh and whisper stuff
i close my eyes...and sigh a huff
i drift to sleep...at least i think
the voices have given some relief
in sixteen hours it will happen again
the nightmares start...will they ever end
i heard em say...there here to stay
you are our host......come what may
when i finally wake to the sun of morn
my brow still wet..from the night before
i think out loud to much dismay
i lived to see
another day.......

i stare at the cieling
can't see much
except the vent...for heat and such
the floor of the attic ..creaks a bunch
am i losing my mind....am i out of touch
im scared to death....because it's late
no one around
to share my hate.......
the glow of light streaks through my door
theres some one walking across the floor.....
i'm now in the fetal
there's no way this is real
if all are asleep
who is the creep
walking the attic....in its bare feet....
noise getting louder...i cover my head
almost wishing i were already dead....
the shrieks and the moans...cant take any more
please mr. ghost
this is no way to cool
oh...moms waking me up
it's time for school....