• 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.