Shadows in my hall
They dance amongst my walls
They pirouette through my door
I feel thier dance steps on my floor
The shadow men love to play
They are here to stay
They scream they will never go away
Shadows in my hall
They leave scratches on my wall
They burst through my door
I feel their stomping on my floor
The shadow men are turning mean
They are becoming quite obscene
They are causing an awful scene
Shadows in my hall
They are leaving black marks on my wall
They scream right through my door
I feel their nails clicking on my floor
The shadow men now in my head
They are only there to spread dread
They are only there to be fed
Till at last I'm dead
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
Shadows in my hall
They dance amongst my walls
They pirouette through my door
I feel thier dance steps on my floor
The shadow men love to play
They are here to stay
They scream they will never go away
Shadows in my hall
They leave scratches on my wall
They burst through my door
I feel their stomping on my floor
The shadow men are turning mean
They are becoming quite obscene
They are causing an awful scene
Shadows in my hall
They are leaving black marks on my wall
They scream right through my door
I feel their nails clicking on my floor
The shadow men now in my head
They are only there to spread dread
They are only there to be fed
Till at last I'm dead
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