I’m the gnome inside your head,

The one that whispers truthful death.

I’m the one with horrific eyes,

Big nose,

Teeth,

Beneath disguise.

Find me down the garden path,

Where I live,

Where I’ll die.

Give me something sweet to eat,

And I’ll leave you with pretty dreams.

If you want to ever talk,

Follow the path with golden buds,

Where flowers bloom and pass away,

Where a stream of water flows that way.

There you’ll find a monster—

Me,

Waiting quietly.

Carefully.

Until we meet again.