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I am the demon
Hiding under your bed,
Awaiting nightfall,
In hopes to be fed.
My claws they are long,
And my teeth are so sharp,
While my eyes are like diamonds,
And black is my heart.
Your mother says that I am not real,
That I'm just in your head!
And could never be true,
But now she's dead!
I wait,
And I hide,
For just the right time,
So clever, so snide!
I sit in the closet,
And dream of the day,
When you no longer fear me or
What could happen today.
And when you open the door,
You'll cry
As I rise,
And ask if you really want to die.
I can't help myself
I do try
But I'm just so hungry inside,
Don't ask me why.
I do love the taste,
And simply the smell,
Of tender young flesh ripped
All to hell.
Your screams and your cries
Give me such delight,
As you struggle and squirm
To live tonight.
I cackle
You shriek,
I beg for more
Since your death is sweet.
I brush your hair so gently
Away
And kiss your forehead,
Thankful for my stay.
I gobble you up,
I gulp
And I slurp,
Until all that's left, is bloodied pulp.
I am the demon who sits on your bed,
Plucking and pulling all hairs from your head,
Dreaming and wishing again to be fed,
Such a shame, you're all dead.
Hiding under your bed,
Awaiting nightfall,
In hopes to be fed.
My claws they are long,
And my teeth are so sharp,
While my eyes are like diamonds,
And black is my heart.
Your mother says that I am not real,
That I'm just in your head!
And could never be true,
But now she's dead!
I wait,
And I hide,
For just the right time,
So clever, so snide!
I sit in the closet,
And dream of the day,
When you no longer fear me or
What could happen today.
And when you open the door,
You'll cry
As I rise,
And ask if you really want to die.
I can't help myself
I do try
But I'm just so hungry inside,
Don't ask me why.
I do love the taste,
And simply the smell,
Of tender young flesh ripped
All to hell.
Your screams and your cries
Give me such delight,
As you struggle and squirm
To live tonight.
I cackle
You shriek,
I beg for more
Since your death is sweet.
I brush your hair so gently
Away
And kiss your forehead,
Thankful for my stay.
I gobble you up,
I gulp
And I slurp,
Until all that's left, is bloodied pulp.
I am the demon who sits on your bed,
Plucking and pulling all hairs from your head,
Dreaming and wishing again to be fed,
Such a shame, you're all dead.
Literature
Demon?
A demon?
Hmm, that might be true.
I don't like the place,
And I don't like you.
I was once very kind.
Yes, I was quite a sight!
Back in that time
When all was alright.
But since you've appeared
My ways, they have turned.
Cruelty is better;
That is what I have learned.
A demon?
It is quite possibly true.
I am utterly evil.
I am rich. I am vain.
I will only make contracts
If I stand something to gain.
Unto you I shall place
A malevolent curse
That may be only removed
By something much worse.
My revenge may be lifted
By Death's hand itself,
But beware of his deals;
He cares not about wealth.
A demon?
Yes, that could be
Literature
Demons
In the dark
Demons wait for you,
Watching your every move.
They know your secerts
and your fears.
They wait for the day
you take all the pain away.
You look at the knife
and you feel your throat.
Now you know what they
want u to do.
with one swith move,
you fall into the world of demons.
Literature
In The Eyes Of A Werewolf
"In The Eyes of A Werewolf"
Welcome to a land of madness and lycanthropy,
Where howls were made for blasphemy.
To the Sun the humans proclaim their mortality
But under the virgin moonlight lies shattered humanity.
Sulfurous eyes and claws with the doom it spelled.
Serrated teeth and gaping maw, the pathway to hell.
Fur as black and void as a murderer's shell.
Bloodcurdling howls as haunting as the iron bells.
Feral instincts made me a monstrous libertine,
Your penultimate vestige of hope faintly dims.
Thou must suffer an ultimate fate so grim,
When I tear you forcefully limb from limb.
Deep into the forest, torturous
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A dear little poem for all.
Read it aloud with a child-like voice, makes it creepier.
Monie
Read it aloud with a child-like voice, makes it creepier.
Monie
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I love it. I can see the seen playout in my head so vividly