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Jan 2013
A creature,
Before it was a man,
Without any feature,
Before it could stand.

Hiding in the shadow,
Crawling in its hole,
Devouring the hollow,
Eating the hearts it stole.

Do you hear it sneak,
Will you listen?
Do you take a peek,
Will you see?
Do you face the creep,
Will you recognise,
The unmentionable freak?

Seal your heart,
Save it at every hour.
Do not let your soul part,
Don't let it get devoured.

Will you listen to me,
Are you safe,
Have you escaped the freak,
Where do you stand?

This small dark room?
You sure you're safe?
Won't it lead you to your doom?
Do you trust me?

Don't turn around,
Let me smell your scent,
Don't make a sound,
Here, let me hold your hand.

You feel my cold?
Do you feel my breath?
This curse is far beyond old.
Will you smile at your death?

The Kreepture is near,
Silence you breath,
Before you could hear,
I have brought your DEATH.

Say farewell to your beautiful life,
Listen to your dying sighs,
Carefully balanced on the blade of a knife,
See my face with your cold, dead eyes.
Copyright Aikin
Aikin The Deadman
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