Mess with me?
Yeah right, you wish.
I love it when you call me *****
I love that sudden high pitch
It reminds me of what I can be.

It lets me know I'm inside your head
poking prying in your soul
that those tears are my toll
to reach my wonderfully horrid goal.
Watch out tonight, I'm the monster under your bed.

I'm the one whose skeleton lies in your closet
Skritching scratching on your door
tell tale heart beating under your floor
victim of your never ending war
whose soul you never did deposit.

Death still waits for that poor soul of mine
wandering the world, now cold and dark
Faking living and breathing, hark!
You hear no beating from this poor soul, no spark
No life to live just death to come, so divine.
Yet still, for you, dead souls do pine.