Every Spring, during the full moon,
I'll lie in the darkness of your room.
I'll wait for you to go to bed,
Perfectly knowing what you're doing in your shed.
And when you've gone to sleep,
I'll time my revenge, so sweet it will make you weep.
I'll come out from my hiding place,
And wake up the rats and cats so that they can attack your face.
I'll call on the spirits,
That you fed your tidbits.
Men and women, young and old.
Even the person who died of the common cold.
I'll tell them all what you've done,
And they'll all get to gather in the shape of one.
They'll punch, and kick you, and tear you apart.
Leaving blood all over your fancy art.
Perhaps you will get it through heads,
Not to put poison in our breads.
Let it be known,
We have rights of our own.
And we will not rest
Until we've had the best.
Every Spring, during the full moon,
We lie in the darkness of your room,
And we will wait for you to go to bed.
Unknown "MIA pet " Neglected
- 15 years, 11 months, 11 days ago