I looked into the sky with chills,

It was cold and mad.

It looked at me like it was coming for me,

This isn’t the first night it’s came,

It looks at me like it’s hollow inside staring into the piercing bright moon.

I went cold nothing felt right it’s like the devil himself was after me.

I was always told that the moon was the cause and I was seeing things,

But I never was,

It hid at the end of my bed with and axe through the head.

It looked at me like I was its killer,

Like I was the caused for his shivers.