IF YOU COME TO MY HOUSE

IF YOU COME TO MY HOUSE

Beware of what you can not yet see, that which is hidden,

Stepping beyond this darkened doorstep will be the end.

So sorry if you must be the ones, delighted I am, truthfully,

On this night of make believe fright, tonight is reality.

Walk through my home, if I let you leave then fear will follow you home,

Down in my basement cages made, chains and shackles, do you believe.

You think this a show, fun for an October night, I know what’s real, what’s in sight,

You can’t imagine that this is for someone like you, I’ve seen this before, yes it’s true.

A tour now up to an attic, blood stains and old bones on the floor, a foul smell indeed,

Table in the corner, straps from end to end, you have no idea but I’m not your friend.

Let’s go out back where a scene of fright fills this night, open the door, step inside,

Down the stairs, you can’t believe your eyes, turn around as I’m nowhere to be found,

You are now in the dark, the door is locked, have a good night, be careful, they bite.

Keith Garrett

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SOUNDS FROM THE FIREPLACE

SOUNDS FROM THE FIREPLACE

I’m the only one who hears it, am I losing my mind or is it real?

Whatever this is, appears most quiet when others are around.

How can this be, I’m afraid that it knows only of me,

Maybe these sounds are just for ears alone, scared in my home.

I’m afraid to even sit there on my couch as I stare over there,

There’s something inside the fireplace, movement in the dark.

A part of me wants to go look, too see what it really is, but the fear,

I can hear something whispering, horrible things it or they say to me.

Laughter of an evil kind as it terrifies me and torments my mind,

Where they come from or why they’re even here is a nightmare.

The fear in me is known by them, what are they, what do they look like?

No one for me to tell as they will think I’m a crazy person or sick.

Sounds from the fireplace are for only me as from inside silent screams,

It never stops as slowly I am lost inside and am from reality fading away.

Keith Garrett

 

WHERE DOES PRINCESS LIVE, WHERE DOES SIMON LIVE?

WHERE DOES PRINCESS LIVE?

WHERE DOES SIMON LIVE?

Where do you think Princess lives, does she live in a castle tower,

Does she live in a dungeon, a storybook fable from long ago.?

Could Princess live in your mind, where does Princess live,

Tell me what you’re thinking, “Princess” tell me where you live.

Where does Simon live, tell me what Simon says, are you, Simon,

Does Simon live in a fantasy world, does he live inside your mind.?

Tell me now, are you Princess or are you now Simon, are you both the same,

Where do you both live, Is it a world inside the same brain.?

Where does princess live? where does Simon live? a mystery deep within,

Tell me as it seems they know each other, where do they both live.

Keith Garrett

 

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT

A different world exists as the scenes change from light to dark,

What comes to life when darkness takes over your life.?

This world becomes a different and frightening place,

Shadows appear much more as your mind plays tricks on you.

Sounds are imagined and multiply minute by minute in your mind,

You can feel that someone is there, close by but where are they hiding.

Is there an opposite world, a world of evil and fear that sleeps in between,

Do we not see what seeks us out or does it peek in the windows when light fades.?

What happens when the lights go out, is it so simple that only darkness lives,

A knock at the door becomes so much more, the wind outside brings fear inside.

Rings does the phone as it appears much louder and brings shivers down your spine,

A creek from the bathroom, is there someone in there, am I losing my mind.

Everything is different in the dark, was that the closet I hear, a sound not real,

What happens when the lights go out, perhaps nothing or all that can’t be true.

Keith Garrett

WHEREVER YOU GO

WHEREVER YOU GO

He knows wherever you go, he knows,

You travel far to keep a distance.

Hiding only gives you a slight chance to breathe,

He can sense your fear, your thoughts are heard.

You must stay as far away as possible,

He’s somewhere, does he hear you, is he near.?

You should of never smiled when he caught your eyes,

The evil in him, his wanting for you is like a drug.

Wherever you go, a trail is for him to know,

With the wind he can smell your scent or your fear.

This is for you, a prison of sort,

No place can you hide, keep moving or someday he will find you.

Keith Garrett

 

MY NAME WAS TOM

MY NAME WAS TOM

A lifetime ago, many years in the past,
My name was Tom, I lived on a farm in the South.
A wife named Elizabeth, a fine woman,
Two daughters, Emily and Marie, indeed.
During the Civil War, I took my place alongside many men,
Did not think I would return home, seeing so many die.
Wounded everywhere, families destroyed,
The war ended, I returned to be with my family.
We decide to head West, buy a farm,
Settled down to a new world, many years ago.
Friends I had are no more, I once had a farm,
Nothing is forever as Emily and Marie had grown.
Daughters once loved by me married and had children of their own,
My wife got older as did I, back in a time.
One day sickness took hold of my life,
I did die once upon a time.
My wife Elizabeth was now much alone,
Working the farm I once owned.
Not so many years had passed, memories are in the past,
Elizabeth, my once fine wife, it was now her time to die, too again be mine.
Life’s clock keeps ticking, things change, disappear,
Emily and Marie, those daughters of mine,
They had wonderful lives, they had their days to see heaven in the sky.
My name was Tom, I had a life,
A fine wife and two loving daughters by the names of Emily and Marie,
My name was Tom, now we are all gone.

Keith Garrett

 

MY NAME IS MALABAR

MY NAME IS MALABAR

Just for one night, each year a day in October,

I soar down from the sky, to bring hell to all humans.

From a place I come, a far off demonic world,

Fast as the wind, horror is my only game.

I’m mean and ugly, soon you’ll see my face,

When you do then say goodbye to this mortal place.

My teeth are like razors, my eyes red as blood,

Claws on my hands and feet, a tail of pain.

No conscience have I, not a heart of sorrow,

If you do meet me, never again a tomorrow.

My name is Malabar, for you it means death,

Nothing can stop me, I’ll devour you to survive.

Hide where you dwell, do not let me Introduce myself,

After midnight look out of your window,

As I soar to the sky, In one years time I’ll be back for your life.

Keith Garrett