An evil mind is full of thoughts
That tie his brain in sinful knots
And he sees the world as he himself is
Murky, vile and fiendish
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There’s A Ghost In My Room
There’s a ghost in my room
Who thinks he can’t be seen
Flickers the lights at night
Just to make a scene
There’s a ghost in my room
He slowly closes the door
When it makes a creaking sound
I hear him laugh and roar
There’s a ghost in my room
Who makes many hideous cries
I give him a lot of brownie points
Just for all the tries
I feel like speaking the truth someday
Tell him to stop his gag
But the poor guy seems lonely
So I let his drab show drag
My Head Is A Puzzle
My head is a puzzle
I can never fix
Pieces scattered everywhere
Full of dirty tricks
It knows all my secrets
It knows everything
What do I know about it?
Absolutely nothing!
Is there a single way
To take back my freedom?
Is there a single clue
To solve this conundrum?
Until I find an answer
I am forever stuck
Who is to be blamed for this?
Nobody but my luck
Don’t Make A Sound
The night is cold and chilling
A monster lurks around
It wants to make a killing
Of anybody who’s found
Bolt your doors tightly
Don’t make a sound
Till the sun comes out brightly
Rays hit the ground
Hold on till then for life
From the unknown hound
Gather your kids and wife
Don’t make a sound
A Snake! A Snake! A Snake!
A snake! A snake! A snake!
A snake creeping inside of me
It could not be anything else
What else could it be?
I bit my father yesterday
Wounded my brother too
A snake! A snake! A snake!
That’s what it makes me do
They tied me up with ropes
They refuse to give me food
Oh the snake is hungry
Will it eat me up for good?
I’m hungry I am thirsty
But my family doesn’t care
A snake! A snake! A snake!
Listens to no prayer
Come a little closer brother
Mother please listen to me
Just a little sniff of blood
And I’ll sleep well you see
A snake! A snake! A snake!
It eats me from inside
A snake! A snake! A snake!
A demon by my side
Help Me! I’m Imprisoned
Help me! I’m imprisoned
Imprisoned in my head
Help me find an escape
From this gruesome dread
For years I felt that I
Had power o’er my mind
Boy oh boy was I wrong
Fool of the highest kind
All I see is darkness
Enveloping me
No walls or ground or sky
Nothing I can see
Could anybody save me?
Family or friend?
I ask myself tonight
Will this torture ever end?
When You Wake Up
When you wake up
You should know
The whole night
I held your hand
The whole night
I counted your breaths
The whole night
I watched over you
And tomorrow
I’ll do it again
No I’m not
A psychopath
Or maybe I am
Little Girls And Little Boys
Little girls and little boys
Are more fun than all the toys
All they need is a sweet
They come running with their feet
I take them to my humble home
Where no adult’s allowed to come
That’s when all the fun begins
Their tears and cries, my evil grins
The Devil’s Drink
Take a giant black cauldron
Lit up with Hell’s fire
Then pour in cane toads’ poison
To your heart’s desire
Take the skin of a rattlesnake
Dipped in a lion’s blood
Next a mollusc you will take
Straight from your garden’s mud
Next will go a raven’s wing
Finely-chopped geckos’ tails
Then on top of everything
You add a bunch of snails
Mix them up at midnight
Stir them to a stink
When the pot turns green and bright
You’ll have the devil’s drink
The Ghost Of Annie Plait
Deep within this gloomy forest
Where no local or a tourist
Has dared to step or penetrate
Lives a ghost of Annie Plait
Hard to tell if it’s a rumour
That she was born with a tumour
It was her parents’ best belief
To kill her would be a great relief
When the day turned dark and mellow
They smothered her with a pillow
Not once did her parents hesitate
To kill the newborn Annie Plait
No remorse, no heart to mourn her
In this woods they found a corner
Dropped her corpse in a grave unclean
Then dashed back to their day routine
Every night the moon be seen
Cries are heard from deep within
Some claim they saw her levitate
The ghost of hapless Annie Plait
The moon is up and full and glistening
Quiet now! The winds are listening
Though some fools love adventure
Be careful now how far you venture
Tread with care and extreme caution
The night is mixed with dreary portion
Your courage is, you’ll find, inadequate
When you see the ghost of Annie Plait
Frank Solanki 