A boy aged young
With a soul of many
Walked down Dreadful Lane
Bravery a plenty
He walk with merry
Where others became insane

No doubt in his heart
He saw a large house
Walking down Dreadful Lane
With large spider legs
And no regard for life
This had made others insane

The boy just smiled
Waved his hand in hello
And continued down Dreadful Lane
It was a busy street
With creatures and teachers
All who were completely insane

Angry snakes slithered slowly
Cockroaches of infinite holdings
Scurrying down Dreadful Lane
Eyes with no home
the fires of souls
The dead madly insane

The bats covering the birds
The grass perfectly parallel to the rain
Flying down Dreadful Lane
A carnivor seven
And the body of nine
Where making six insane

The blood on the trees
The teeth in the curb
Riddled through Dreadful Lane
Screws screaming from the pain
Masks laughing from pleasure
And the boy was still not insane

Still with a smile
He waved fairwell
As he turned off Dreadful Lane
But on the next street
He was surprised to meet
The girl who would make him insane.