Oh the horror, oh how she screams.
The glint of the knife’s steel,
Reflected off the studio lights.
Don’t worry it’s not real.
The masked killer reveals his face,
He puts away the knife.
‘Don’t be frightened my dear’, he says
And hugs his on-screen wife.
The fear has gone, she’s all safe now.
She’s relaxed, she feels groovy.
There is no need to fear the dark,
it’s only, a movie.
She walks off set to her trailer,
She needs a hot shower.
But in the dark he stands there, still.
He feels the surge of power.
She turns, she screams, he leaps at her,
She cannot see his guise.
The director has brought her lines,
‘Don’t fear. It’s me.’ He cries.
The fear has gone, she’s all safe now.
She’s relaxed, she feels groovy.
There is no need to fear the dark,
it’s only, a movie.
She leaves the set and drives away,
She didn’t check the rear.
He’s lurking there, in the shadow,
He’s racking up the fear.
She glances back and sees him there,
He raises up the knife.
He plunges it into her flesh,
Extinguishes her life.
The fear has gone, she’s all safe now.
She relaxed, she felt groovy.
There is no need to fear the dark,
it’s a ‘Horror’ movie.
