Sonnet Sunday's: Impending
He knows everything you secretly want You fake being an idiot servant Finding some cheap ways to extract money Keep it up, buddy, he finds it funny He’s exploring even your darkest sin A sinister smile, it’s time to begin Rancid black fluid oozing from your head Awakens you from slumber in your bed Everything you’ve done, he won’t be so kind The mirror shows that the dead are behind Backed up against the wall, sweat starts to form Welcome to the world where nothing’s the norm Scratching at the walls with your bloody nails See the succubus ingesting end trails Witnessing creatures never seen before You’re not going to believe what’s in store There will only be one thing that rings true The Boogeyman has come right for you

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