the tunnel

hotchk155

they’re down there and they’re making a tunnel under my bedroom floor… all night i hear the scrape of tiny picks and shovels and i cant take much more. i don’t who they are but i know what they want, and i aint nobody’s fool… i got some gas and a zippo right under my pillow and i’ll be waiting when they break through.

well she played right along, said ‘lets pull up some boards, why don’t we get us a look?’. i don’t know i expected, but it don’t prove nothing… she just smiled and went on back to her book

now its a quarter to three and its all gone quiet, now my blood runs cold… by the light of the moon i see something move, but my body’s under some kinda hold.

i can see them now, ugly little fuckers, climbing out on top of the boards. they’re laying down their tiny little shovels and now they’re drawing their swords. chuckling softly, eyes agleam with hate and jaws full of needle teeth, they’re climbing up slow, now they’re right in my face i try to scream but i can’t even breathe.

i find some strength from somewhere, now i’m moving real fast, i got that can in my hand. i’m flicking that flint trying to make a little spark but i’m quivering like a rubber band. then there’s a flash and flame and they burning up like candles and i’m laughing cos i know that i won. but she’s awake now too, and the bed is on fire and she’s screaming ‘what the hell have you done?’