knock on wood

knock, knock on wood
there's a killer on the loose
somebody's out to spill some guts
somebody's out to drink fresh blood.

knock, knock on wood
the evening news screams loudly of doom
fleeting images of a gruesome feast
vivid montage of preys of the beast.

knock, knock on wood
lock all the doors, seal all the windows
never let your eyes blink a moment longer
never let the faintest sound escape your ears sooner.

knock, knock on wood
the mournful moon hides away
while the gloomy, pale stars flicker ominously
the chill, haunting wind howls balefully.

knock, knock on wood
somebody's knocking on your wooden door
you hold your breath while your head gets heavy
slowly, the doorknob turns and your door gets creaky.


18 march 2004
thursday