Confession

by Jareth Valentine

Sometimes at night I think I see

the demons coming after me.

They wait until the sun goes down,

and then they start to move around.

Out from their places the demons creep,

while I slumber, sound asleep.

With a smell like something long since dead,

they slink from the closet and under the bed.

One from the sock drawer, and one from the den,

they come out, stretch and yawn, and then

they slowly start to come this way.

They slink and slither, stalk and sway.

And then, as soon as they draw near,

they crawl inside me through my ear!

Right up my nose, and down my throat,

and, once inside, they start to gloat.

They shriek and shout and rant andrave,

and pull my strings. I'm now their slave.

And so, you see, it wasn't me

who murdered all your family.

it's not my fault they wound up dead.

it was the demons in my head.