Smothered, Smashed, "Smuel-ed"

Beware the beady eyes that follow at night,

Through every dark corner as you slowly tread.

For they will haunt you for eternal length's flight,

And make your mind flee from horror and distress.

Run, I tell you, flee with haste!

When the monster wakes with a forceful gaze

And finds his prey to hunt and chase,

He'll hunger for you and track for days.

'Til innocence is no longer found

And the monster consumes your very soul

Your cries will become the only sound

Of sorrow and death--a story to be told.

Run, I tell you, flee with haste!

I see him rising from deep slumber,
Awakening and quickening his pace,

With a sudden liking and earthly wonder.

Heed my warning: danger ahead!

Be prepared to fight and win,

For his beastly cry will make you dead

And bring your remains to his kin.

Run, I tell you, flee with haste

Though you're safely kept inside your home,

Now his gaze has found my face

And your safety has kept me alone.

Now I must fend for myself

And swiftly run with nowhere to hide.

Hear my painful cries for assistance and help,

As I scurry along with my sobbing cries.

Now I must beware the eyes that haunt me at night,

Through every dark corner as I slowly tread

For they will haunt me for eternal length's flight

And make my mind flee from horror and distress.