Hallucinations.

Figures with black bodies,

And white heads.

They bounce around the room,

They jump on my bed.

The dead people come out at night,

To give me such a fright.

They only go away,

When I turn on the light.

Buh-dum, buh-dum, buh-dum;

I hear the drums.

Pew-pew-pew!

I hear the guns too.

The children scream,

Scream so high.

So do the women,

The noise level is a tie.

I hear the robots say my name,

They think it’s funny,

They think it’s a game.

Finally, there’s a little girl,

She stands at the end of my bed.

And her home,

Is inside my head.

She tells only lies,

Again and again and again…

And she’s only ten.