The Knife Is Up Poem by Sophie Allyah

One, two, three
Better run and hide
In the basement or behind the tree
Four, five, six
I am the bringer of death
The devil shark of Styx
Seven, eight, nine
I hope you're not sick
Coz I feel fine
Tic toc the clock is running
Hunt you wherever you're hiding
I am coming with madness
Smiling, grinning and in motion slow
Singing a whistle in deafening darkness
While seeking you with evil eyes glow
It shined of sick and twisted thoughts
Straight from the source where evil brought
Hide, hide and hide
In the closet or in that shadowy side
A fast repeatable heartbeat like a bomb
And your chest is pounding like a drum
Hide, hide and hide
In the kitchen or behind that mannequin bride
Cover mouth and breathe through your nose
For this is where the story goes
Sweat is stinging your eyes
Close those two and try to keep calm
Tell yourself that you won't die
But times up here I come
Scream your loudest to the top for
the knife is up!