So I sit here, I think,
Just a little longer.
Only to rest my head, to decide,
What I should do next.
And then the door opens.
My worst nightmare.
Hot and cold,
What should I do?
Its over, and theres no where to run.
So I open my mouth.
Its hand reaches out,
Quick as lightening, and its too late.
My monsters mouth, all I can look at.
A slashed face, bruised and torn.
It opens wide, like I know it will.
A black hole, where a mouth should be.
But no sound comes out.
And then I see it.
