The darkness comes, the shadows weep,
The moon is hidden by the night.
You close your eyes, and try to sleep,
But something lurks beyond your sight.
My precious one, you worry so.
It's time for you to sleep, my dear.
But still you shiver, for you know
The Boogeyman is drawing near.
In such blackness, you are blind,
Helpless, scared, and all alone.
Images flash through your mind
Of horrors you have not yet known.
He hides beneath your bed, you see,
Waiting for the chance to strike.
You wonder, how bad could it be
To find out what the worst is like?
My Precious One, you must not fear,
For you must rest, and you must dream.
But still the Boogeyman draws near,
And you have lost the breath to scream.
I'm here for you, my Precious one.
Now, take that thought and close your eyes.
If He shall strike, then I shall come,
Unless I do not hear your cries.
The Boogeyman is drawing near,
The Boogeyman will be here soon.
He's coming, for he smells your fear.
He's coming. He's coming for You.