Is It In The Closet, Or In My Bed?

Halloween Eve, Two Thousand Thirteen, the window is open, the curtains blow

I am trying to sleep, as I toss and turn, no reason to worry, my energy is low

The house is so quiet, I wonder why it feels so still, the closet door partly opens

I hear the sound of scurrying, a movement not known, could it be a mouse, I'm hoping

The room is getting darker, now a storm moves in and I hear the loud thunder

Under my covers I hide, now I begin to feel the cold air floating across my hair

What is it?  in the closet or is it in my head, now suddenly I move and something

Under the bed is moving too, my bed is lifted I scream, I fall back to the floor

Now the room becomes red, the room is moving with serpents with two heads

I begin to cry, and they get closer and closer, my bed is now loaded with snakes

Snakes slithering and sliding and trying to climb, I am just about to go out of my mind

I am looking around, what can I do, the closet door is still partly open, can I jump

I jump across a mass of motion of death, I shut the door quickly, but to my surprise

When I look up, there are four bright yellow eyes, two tongues, fangs drooling with a death wish look

A giant devil like face snakes in a mass dangle from it's crown about to tear off my head

With it's evil eyes and the jagged sharp teeth, the forked tongue, the armless snake

I forsake it will devour me, with all it's delight, there's no compromise

It must be the king of them all, they've come to get me, eat me alive

Is it in the closet, or in my bed, or am I simply having a nightmare tonight

It's too late, it's in the closet, in my bed and now it has eaten my brain, my head