From your darkest nightmare,
To your sweetest dreams.
I'm always nearby,
To tear you at your seems.
Wether it be a midnight stroll,
Or a walk down memory lane.
The untold thoughts in wich you avoid,
Gives me existence in this plane.
From eight legged fiends,
To slithering serpents.
Or the disturbing being,
Behind the curtains.
Look out!
My inner demon is free!
And he play's skyrim,
So hide your knees.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
From your darkest nightmare,
To your sweetest dreams.
I'm always nearby,
To tear you at your seems.
Wether it be a midnight stroll,
Or a walk down memory lane.
The untold thoughts in wich you avoid,
Gives me existence in this plane.
From eight legged fiends,
To slithering serpents.
Or the disturbing being,
Behind the curtains.
Look out!
My inner demon is free!
And he play's skyrim,
So hide your knees.
Twang twang twang! Town guards. Hehehehe.
