You were afraid of the dark,
Afraid of what it might bring
What bogey man may appear
From the shadows, or perhaps
A spider creep across your bed
And enter your long hair or
Enter your over tired head.
Black Dog came upon you
In later years, brought a new
Deeper darkness, a quick sand
Type of darkness and drag you
down to a kind of terrible hell.
Cheer up, your mother said,
Cheer up my child, my sweet girl.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 8:34 AM UTC
You were afraid of the dark,
Afraid of what it might bring
What bogey man may appear
From the shadows, or perhaps
A spider creep across your bed
And enter your long hair or
Enter your over tired head.
Black Dog came upon you
In later years, brought a new
Deeper darkness, a quick sand
Type of darkness and drag you
down to a kind of terrible hell.
Cheer up, your mother said,
Cheer up my child, my sweet girl.
a woman with mental helath issues in anb asylum in 1971.
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