Now I lay me down to sleep and I pray to have sweet dreams.

But there’s a Goblin sitting on my chest and he wants me to have nightmares.

Gross and disgusting, he just sits and smiles his black tooth grin.

In my mind I hear him say, “You will die!”

With visions of blood and gore, he plays over and over in my head.

It’s driving me insane.

Is he real or some figment of my imagination?

Is it me or is it him, that bring these thoughts to my conscience?

Will I live or will I die? Or will I just prolong the agony?

The Goblin sitting on my chest embraces me.

And as I fall asleep I realize, ‘The Goblin is me!’