I hear them running down the hall I hear them scratching on the wall They come out when I try to sleep And in my dreams they tend to creep I see their essence on the floors Sprinkled and sprayed upon the doors When I try to lie in bed They’re on my pillow, in my head They cry for me when time to feed Presenting me with a bloody deed So violent in their loud affair Teeth and hair fly everywhere But when I look to find the source They’ve gone and found a brand new course
Rowan Liddell 