Fears of a child

A record of all things you may find frightful

Things you rarely imagine delightful

An account full of immeasurable fears

Things that may have brought you tears

A world we create out of terror

Surely nothing could be scarier

As we lay down at night

They say do not let the bed bugs bite

You must heed this warning

Should you hope to wake in the morning

Pull the covers over your eyes

As the beast beneath your bed begins to rise

You hear the creaks of the floor as it crawls

You look for its shadow on the walls

There in the closet something shimmers

A hint of red is all that glimmers

The hooded creature swings and sways

Close the door lest it take you away

They say your fever has run high

If you are to brave the long night

Drink of this horrid concoction

Betrayal seems their truest notion

Recollect the poison that they served

As the reason this needle is deserved

A wrinkly mad scientist in a lab coat

Says the others survived as he gloats

Hours of torture on end

As you are forced to begin

The object of disgust stares from your plate

Filled with evil and pure hate

Across the playground creatures move quickly

Run for your life lest you be stricken sickly

Little boys have found the outbreaks origin

You can never be friends with girls again

Just a few of the terrors that await you

Moments you know you won't get through

The events that brought about your demise

Were simply special moments in disguise