Credits goes to real poet.
In mommy’s closet, I hear creaks,
In mommy’s closet, I hear shrieks,
In mommy’s closet, I don’t go,
In mommy’s closet? No, no, no.
“What’s in the closet?”, I ask in fear,
Mummy chuckles, “Nothing dear!”
I will wait until the night,
When I face my biggest fright.
Terrible thoughts swirl in my head,
Mommy’s closet fills me with dread,
One dark night I decide to go,
What’s in the closet? I want to know.
So when night falls I creep in,
To mommy’s bedroom with a grin,
Sneak past Mommy and Daddy’s room,
And down the corridor into the gloom.
I open the door, just a tiny crack,
A cold wind howls and pushes me back,
I twist the knob, I can’t stop now!
Inside, I step and whisper, “wow.”
In mommy’s closet, there are creaks,
In mommy’s closet, there are shrieks,
I look and see, there’s a scary cliff!
My eyes go big and my limbs go stiff.
Shadows, darkness, screaming too,
I always thought that ghosts said, “boo!”
But no, they don’t, they scream in pain,
Black sticky goo starts to fall like rain.
I cross a brigde, it’s creaky and old,
There’s a sea of fire that’s red and gold,
Metal gates form a big black ‘H’
All this flames makes my little eyes ache.
A little girl says, “Give me your soul!”
She claws at my heart and falls into a hole,
The people behind the gate have glowing red eyes,
Everything’s red, even the skies.
A scary old man lurking within,
Asks me if he can take my skin,
“No!”, I cry when I see his knife,
“Ok then I’ll take your life!”
“Just let me go!”, I snap, “Right now!”
The gate opens up, and to go back, I vow,
But I don’t get the chance, the crowd swallows me up,
They take me in like a crumb in a cup.
A lady picks me up, takes me to her home,
Where she locks me up in a big glass dome,
“Give me your soul,” she says, “Or give me your blood,”
“Neither,” I say and suddenly there’s a flood.
When I wake up again and start to scream,
The old woman’s knife, it’s silver blade gleams,
“You are a bad boy,” she says with a grin,
Suddenly, I scream and my arm’s been skinned.
The old woman chews it, “Yum!” she said,
“Tastes good alive but better dead!”
I run away fast but a scary man gets me,
“Your eyes are fresh, plump and fleshy!”
He drags me away, I scream, “Help! Help!”
But no one comes, so I cease to yelp,
He ties me up, picks out my left eye,
Invites me to dinner, a soup of eyes!
“Yes,” he says, “You must stay.”
“I don’t want to! I want to get my way!”
So he pushes me out, I m weak and hurt,
A family catches me. They rip off my shirt.
“Your flesh looks tasty,” a pretty dead girl said,
“No,” I say, “I don’t want to be dead!”
But they rip off my skin, on my chest, oh yuck!
They’ve crippled me, I have no luck.
They shove me out, a lady takes my foot bone,
Another man takes my vocal tone,
They makes blanket of veins, clothes out of hair,
For two sad days I live in despair.
In mommy’s closet, I hear creaks,
In mommy’s closet, I hear shrieks,
Now I’m dead, I know, all too well,
Mommy’s closet is the gate to hell.