I am in your closet,
under your bed,
i wait to whisper
nightmares in your head.

hidden from sight
of parental eyes,
only you know i'm here
to induce your cries.

so sleep, young child.
rest your weary mind.
the day has been harsh
and the night can be kind.

but i'm still here,
waiting for you to sleep,
and into your dreams
i'll silently creep.

run, run, run,
as fast as you can,
but in dreams i'll catch you
'cause i'm the boogy man.