The Voice In The Closet: A Nursery Rhyme

Gather round children, I’ve a story to tell
About a family and their absolute night from hell.

It starts with a boy who was terribly mislead

To his closet where folks say he wound up dead.

It began years before when he first heard the voices,

His mother claimed they caused his very bad choices.

His father took them down to the house by the lake,
This was, mind you, a truly horrible mistake.

He danced and he played, not a moment of strife,

Until he went to the kitchen to grab a large knife.

“Are you sure this will be fun,” his mother heard him say,
Little did she know this was her very last day.

Screams, neighbors heard, as the murders begun,
He played with their bodies when the whole job was done.

Using their blood as the utensil of choice,
He followed the directions of this sinister voice.

“You were right,” he said, “There’s nothing to it”,
As he wrote on the wall THE VOICE MADE ME DO IT.

The boy went to his closet, and this is no lie,
Where he proceeded to hang himself by his dad’s tie.

Some say if you enter the room of the boy,
You’ll hear him laugh as he plays with his toy.

So tuck yourself in with this warning to posit,
Never listen to the voice that hides in the closet.


~ Kai Alexander Means