AT NIGHT HE COMES TO VISIT
AND I KNOW THAT HE IS THERE
EVEN WITH MY EYES CLOSED TIGHT
I FEEL HIS EMPTY GLARE.
HE SCARED ME AS A CHILD
AND HE EVEN SCARES ME STILL
I WONT UNLOCK THE DOOR TO LET HIM IN
SO CLOSE I FEEL HIS CHILL.
HE POSSESSES MY SLEEP WITH LAUGHTER
SO EVIL,FROM THE PITS OF HELL
I FEEL HIS TOUCH OF EMPTINESS
AND HIS BREATH OF HATRED SMELL.
THIS FIGURE OF BLACK TORMENT
IN SLEEP HE BRINGS HELLS SORROW
I WILL NEVER GIVE IN TO HIM
FOR I WILL NOT DIE TOMMORROW.
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