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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #1880506
The tales of the boogeyman are true. Better run before they prey upon YOU as well.
Eyes watch from the grey abyss;
Staring deep into your soul.
Wishing to drag you back
Into the corners of madness,
Where you belong.

An altar set upon your mind;
The wolves howl unto your ear.
Listen to the deafening call,
And abide their holy tears.


Cut your flesh, and drain your blood;
An offering upon the Gods. Succubi
Coming, to claim what is rightfully theirs.

Dragged to the darkness. Skin
Fed to the demons below. Your
Body nothing more than food
For them to grow.

Death uttered upon your name;
You are theirs now! Try not to escape.
It is futile!

Grab your beating chest;
Cross arms overlapping. They shall
Rip out your heart! You left yourself open.

The Egyptians warning, tales of the beasts
Who prey upon emotions. Listen not, and you
Shall be the next of their devotion.

Cry out, cry far, cry loud. It matters
Not. You are done; finished.
Never to return to mortal ground.
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