Nightmareville.

Forever, I write. In the land of the night.  
Sleeping, I rest. My exile for the best.  
Undoubtebly my fears, Have collected here for years.  
I am alone, Desolate, Cold.  
I am positive I took the wrong road.  
The fog, It envelopes.  
Screamers, They scream, Fully Developed.  
The banshees, They howl. Murderers growl.  
In my cave, I hide. Boulders bar me inside.  
My infant son buried, Amongst the rock quarry.  
Worried, Was I, When his screams didn't silence.  
Deranged, Was I? Quieting him with violence.  
His last cry summoned the poltergiests,  
They came and they beat me!  
Sliced me with knives.  
The oil, I burn. Diluting my fuel.  
But the light, I require, Do not call me a fool.  
They beg for me now, Mother of all Nightmareville.  
Adolescents in heat, Longing a cheap thrill.  
Preachers have tried, To exorcize me.  
Teachers have tried, To victimize me.  
I'll never know why, I never do wrong.  
I even serenade my son, His favorite lullabye song.  
Haunting your soul, Shrieking down from the pews.  
Come with your pitchforks, Into my clever ruse.  
Bloodless, My face, As though I'm from the dead.  
Gutless, Yourself, This is all from your head.  
You are asleep, And my eyes wicked gleam,  
All came from Nightmareville,  
 
Your big, Bad dream...