• Monsters’ Ball

    Random things go through your head
    Hallucinations in your bed
    The purple llama sings its song
    The world it seems it’s gone all wrong

    Within the confines of these walls
    You can hear the monsters ball
    Creeping, crawling, scooching, screeching
    Blood is pumping, hearts are beating

    Only option, just one left
    Out the window, out the bed
    Onto the ground, land on your head
    Still alive the light has fled

    The pain recedes your vision blurs
    You soon awake, as your mind stirs
    Another day, the sun is high
    Your tension’s released, with a long drawn sigh

    On the ground you’re almost dead
    Monumental injuries to your head
    Still you persist, and up you go
    You look and see the monsters show

    Up and down they dance and clap
    In unison they start to snap
    Now you’re through the twists and bends
    The light turns on the nightmare ends