From Dusk To Dawn

Dark pitch black, gives me heart attacks,
Everytime i'm in it.

It's a game I play, from sunset to day,
And i don't know how to win it!

Creepy things hide, my teddy at side,
Jumping to bed from afar.

They lurk and they crawl, ready to maul,
Me, at the tip of a jar.

My only one force, My first and last resort,
Is to hide, in my Toy Story Sheets.

For while creeps are about, and the day has run out,
It's the surefire way to be beat.

Things with shark claws, that cut all my flaws,
Lurk by my bedside at night,

I'm too scared to go, parylized, can't say NO!!!
I put up protection instead of a fight.

From creepers to men, who hold knifes after ten,
My sheets are my only safe place.

From mummies to ghosts, i'm making the most,
Of the sheets that protect my young face.

From spiders to bats, vampires and rats,
Ready and able to bite!

I crawl underneath, my lovely old sheets,
And from there, this poem I write.