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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