Away, away, I got to get away

Away from where? Away from here

I don’t care. Run away to get away

It really doesn’t matter where you

Go, or who will know now that

You are there, locked away out

Of sight surrounded by you stupid

Fright creeping, creeping in the

Night come the haunts of fright

Shiver and sake it lurks as a snake

Silent moves for the strike

To satisfy it’s mood-less bite

J. MyOwn – 1980?