The Singing Murderer Poem by Luna Moon

Under the sink,
Beneath the bed.
Her songs are playing in your head.
In the closet,
Behind the door,
Shes always gonna be begging for more.
Locked in the cabnet,
Behind the shower,
She'll wait until the deadliest hour.
So hide wherever you possibly can,
And don't be foolish and take a stand.
Don't let her head you from under the covers,
Stay together you long lost lovers.
And when you hear her voice, beware.
Her eyes can kill with one pensive stare.