After The Lights Go Out

It's just a comfort 
Do you get it?

It's very simple 

Just follow when I say it:

The monsters in the mirror are not terrifying.

Not as much as to tell anybody...

The creaking boards under your feet,

They sound much worse when the devil's walking.

Boxes stacked under your sleeping head

Theres no space for them under your bed

And dreams are only terrifying,

Until you stop waking up crying.

It's a soundproof world

When you float on top of it's worth

It's an easy scare

When you're not used to dispare 

And hold my hand when I tell you;

The shadows, they don't stop to chase you

They don't disappear 

Nor stop to scare you,

They stay close behind.

But when you learn their eyes 

Your own loose their shine

Then the lonesome 

Is not a bothersome 

No longer a problem of mine.