A/N: It's creepy and weird, sorry. I didn't know what I was doing tbh.

Little Boy

She sits at your window
Watching you sleep
Listening as you breathe
Hearing you weep

The nightmares come again
And you wake up with a start
Sweating and screaming
Was that sound her or your heart?

She stands there in the mornings
Smiling like a mother
And as she walks away
You see her smile waver

She sings when your silent
The murmurs almost quiet
You hear the soft music
Should you have feared it?

The creak of your door
She steps into your room
You turn around
Expecting your doom

There's no one there
But her breathing is loud
There's no one there
But you know better now

One, two, three
She waits as you fall asleep
Four, five six
You know all her tricks
7, 8, 9
Tonight who shall die?

Silence.

The story of a child
Traumatised and wild
The role of a mother
In the mystery of a murder
He thought she was her
Yes, he was the killer...