Don't look at this page
You will be petrified
You will age
You will be terrified
Mortified

You can't hide it's too late
You can't remove the eyes
Or even give cries
The effect is that of medusa
You are stone you can't move
Don't try and disprove
You want to finish
Possibly give this many tries
Yet little do you realize
It's only your eyes moving
Cruising
Don't worry your heart is still beating
Your still breathing
But your veins are filling with stone
Help you won't find on the phone
Petrifaction is what is occurring
Vision will soon be blurring
Your mind is probably stirring
No worries I will help
Remove eyes from page before it's too late