A weed
covered rock under water
Where a man
can stand at chest height
Is the most
frightening thing I can think of
Especially in
the dark void of night
There is
something more horrible still
Than nameless
dread set free
And that is
the grinning cadaver
With the face
no one can see
She leans
over the crib at midnight
Savours the
baby’s sweet smell
In a moment
you won’t see what happened
And she’s
taken the baby to hell
The schoolhouse
that stands in the moonlight
At the end of
a long lane of trees
Is the place
where she hides and she festers
With the face
no one can see
I have told
scary stories round campfires
That always
made small children pee
But nothing frightening
I imagine
Matches the
face no one can see
You will try
to go to bed tonight
To rest your
eyes and sleep
But the only
thing you’ll meet in your dreams
Is the face
no one can see
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