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The monster comes at night-
Rapping and tapping with all his might.
His voice is like poison to my ears-
Only to strike chords to all my fears.
I try to hide, bearing under the bed-
His scratchy voice melts in to my head.
His tainted heart doesn't see-
Why is this happening to me?
His manner of treating me like a child-
Is all but mild.
Another heart wrenching moment-
Another night on his monument.
I can see the kill in my dream-
I feel the blood rush as I gleam.
You don't have control anymore
For you are six feet under and further no more.
Rapping and tapping with all his might.
His voice is like poison to my ears-
Only to strike chords to all my fears.
I try to hide, bearing under the bed-
His scratchy voice melts in to my head.
His tainted heart doesn't see-
Why is this happening to me?
His manner of treating me like a child-
Is all but mild.
Another heart wrenching moment-
Another night on his monument.
I can see the kill in my dream-
I feel the blood rush as I gleam.
You don't have control anymore
For you are six feet under and further no more.
this is a deep dig in my head...
Can you feel the pain?
Is the imaginary note worthy?
Does it sound too childish?
Can you feel the pain?
Is the imaginary note worthy?
Does it sound too childish?
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Doesn't look childish...
It makes the reader see the despair...
Hmm, knowing what you told me last night and reading the end of the poem... I supose "that guy" is already dead... Isn't he?
It makes the reader see the despair...
Hmm, knowing what you told me last night and reading the end of the poem... I supose "that guy" is already dead... Isn't he?