Picture This

Picture This

Picture This
One restless cold damp summer night
Stars pulsing through the sky as if God is watching you
A noise, a bang, a scream
All heard from afar but that gets you thinking
About all of the impossible
The closed window breezes open
A strong gust of air smelling like rotting corpses pierces your nose
That gets you thinking
The noise, the bang, the scream
And now the smell
But tonight is just like every other night
Strange noises, strange smells
But what about those strange disappearances
But there's no time for those thoughts
The smell is like an infectious disease
Spreading around to get hold of the closest thing
As lazy as you are, you make your way to the window
And shut it

You look out
A man walking down the street
Hands in pockets looking left from right
Making sure nobody is there watching
But here you are
And that gets him thinking
Still walking this man turns his head to you
As if he knew you were there
Waiting for him to see you
But how could he
Its pitch black out

That gets you thinking

Your eyes are still locked
Without you noticing he makes his way back down the street
But you can't see him anymore
He's not there
This time you try not to think
But what good is that
You can't help it and come up with the worst thoughts

But the scary thing is
Your thoughts are right
This has you scared and you make your way back to bed
With your head tucked underneath your pillow
You hear a knocking
Just like there is now
That knock, knock, knock
But what can you do?
Wait for you mom to get the door?

Your mom's out of town.
But that’s not the only thing
The knocking is from the window