It screams,
It slithers.
It wriggles,
And wiggles.
You can't see it's face,
You're not sure if it's there,
Heck, there ain't even hair!
As you wake up screaming
Shaking and in a cold sweat
You think,
I'm never watching that again!
(early 2005)
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