My mother once told me
Not to fear the dark
But she knows not what resides
Outside of my comforted ark.
Every night I lay in bed
I wonder what will become of me
A squid might attach to my little head
And when I'm gone she'll see.
And when I tell my friends at school
They all laugh and make fun of me
Every night I return to that black inky pool
And when I'm gone they'll see.
And when they lay in bed at night
Comforted and dreaming
I'll be all alone in the darkness
Terrified and screaming.
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