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Night Lite

This song was created for Game of Bands round 127 : "Trapped in the Closet"


I can see the light
Seeping in through the cracks….
It’s faint.
It’s yellow,
Spilling into my black…
(“Is he there, Dad? Can he get me?”
“No, buddy, I turned on the nightlight…”)

I can smell you.
Cotton candy toothpaste
Mr. Bubble and
Piss-stained under-oos.
(Are you sure, Dad? I’m Scared. I can swear last night that I heard him scratching!”
No Son, I told you. I turned on your night light….”)

I can taste your fear,
Thick with musk,
Your stink hangs heavy,
You terror fills the air.
(Dad, I don’t think a Night light is going to hold it back. I heard it last night… It sounds to strong. I don’t think it’ gonna be….
Son… sigh look. The nightlight is on. There is nothing else I can do. There is nothing in your closet. Go to sleep.
“But Da…”
Go. To. Sleep.)

Oh the fear…
I can smell it.
I can taste it.
Oh… whats that? It the light… going… out?
(Oh no… my light… it went out. Dad? Dad?)

I’m gonna fucking eat you!
Tasty little dream!
I’m gonna fucking eat you!
Feasting on your screams!

The darkness is hear,
And I’m not trapped in by the light,
I’m gonna fucking eat you,
It’s time to say goodnight.
(Oh no! What was that noise? Dad? OH GOD NO!!!! screaming)


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