23 October 2012
Fog at your window
Tap tap tapping
All night long
Happily you'd surrender
If sleep was at your door
Your stomach growls with hunger
Do you venture downstairs?
Who knows what'll be lurking
Ready for their dinner
First of all will be blood soup
They'll drain you dry
Then they'll leave you for the foxes
If only you'd shut that eye
But don't be scared now, it is far too late
You've already been eaten for breakfast, mate
Eaten • Opuss № I