the restless spirits..
in the midnight hour when all,s asleep,the spirits slowly come awake,and rampage their way into my dreams,with their troubled thoughts,and ghostly screams,with no words of thanks when they leave at dawn,their chilling presence lingers on,and i am left disturbed in sleep,as their nightmares haunt me through the night..what can i do to avoid these pests,as they toss and turn me in my bed,for they seem convinced ill die of fright,with their bloody rantings in the night....perhaps i could return the favour,and terrorise the little buggers,and send my friend the leprachaun,into their beds to keep them warm..and if somehow they dont take the hint,ill isolate the little gits,and keep them trapped within their graves,with the banshee whispering in their ear...for the silly bitch she,s always crying,about the living,and the dying,or wailing at some poor sod,s bed, even though the corpse is stone cold dead..macab,re perhaps and you think extreme ,but it wasnt me who stole their dreams,or left my nightmares in their minds,,so im just repaying ,kind, for kind..
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