Now I lay me down to sleep.
This is the prayer, in my mind I keep.

I grip my pillow, and my jaw is chattering.
In the closet, I hear a clattering.

The monsters and demons in my mind go crazy.
I feel like running to turn on the light, but my legs grow lazy.

My covers, Boogyman protection, cannot help me from these creatures.
Their claws are sharp, and faces hold startling features.

I sit here all alone in the dark of this house,
Wondering if it's really a monster, or just a tiny mouse.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and I start to breath hard.
I just wish my imagination, like a door, could be barred.

The steps of a thing creep closer, thudding its way to my room.
I think to myself that this is going to be a night of doom.

The door squeaks open, and a shadow walks in.
Like any other monster, it is tall, and thin.

The growl coming from its throat scares me to death.
The light flicks on, and I realize it's much worse, my father, Seth.

He takes off his belt, and raises his arm,
And swing it hard, and my body sets off its alarm

One hit, two hits, three hits, I'm bleeding.
No one can seem to hear my screaming.

Four hits, five hits, six, and seven.
I fear this night I might end up in heaven.

Eight hits, nine hits, and then up to ten.
The pain is so much, I pass out then.

I awake, and am greeted by the Angel of Death.
I realize then that he beat me to death.

I take his hand, and go off into the dark.
As we walk, I tell him, "My name is Mark!"

He smiles, and nods as we walk away,
To his palace where I shall live for the rest of my days.