Flood your heart with awful fright
In this abysmal darkened hour–
Let all your horrid thoughts devour
This, your freedom; Horror night.
Put your back against the wall
As ghoulish hands tear at your soul;
With all your friends now dead and cold–
You hear the shrieks engross the halls!
The scathing claws are at your door!
Blood-soaked teeth for flesh to meet–
An apparition without feet;
Empty sockets see no more…
You squirm alone until you find
The black, repulsive, gripping scares
And bloody, sharpened, bleak nightmares
Are just a creak inside your mind.
But in that truth a shadow lies
That grinds the jaw against itself:
A visage mirrored; maw of hell–
The morbid future–your demise!
It lurks inside and deep beneath;
The cawing crow of beastly ire–
A putrid scent of flesh and fire!
Beware Friday on the Thirteenth.