There’s a rock in my room
That floats around my space
It can speak to me, telepathically
Floating in the midst of my dreams
It tells me I’m no good
Dropping itself, repeatedly, on my head
I wake up
Put it ouside, for bad behaviour
But it keeps smashing my window
“Not again” my parents say
But it wasn’t me
It was the rock!
See what you’ve done now
It keeps smashing against my head
Until I can’t think
I think he wants to get in there
I’ll grab a knife
I’ll split open my head
And let you in
Just don’t tell my parents, okay?
