I don't think I ever wrote anything that scary
But just because you happened to dare me
I'll weave a tale of fear and dread
A story so vile it'll stop your heart dead
Deep in the night when you're asleep in bed
An creature most foul enters your head
He slits open your papery eardrums with his claws
And sneaks on through without even a pause
He runs his sharp nails along your tympanic cavity
And blood rains down as he licks at it absently
A slit he cuts in your middle temporal artery
Then he slides on in like a thief on a robbery
Riding the current on twists and turns
On the crimson tide he is now a foreign germ
When he reaches his prefered destination
It is here he will wreak his final devastation
Behind your eye he works his claws and drills your bone
Until he hits his mark and lets out a gleeful moan
From his mouth comes a proboscis long and sleek
Then out it's tip a rancid fluid it does leek
Turning your eyeball into slimy mush
He ***** up the fluid in one long gush
Then he squeezes through the hole that he made
And in the eyes remains is where he lays
When he wakes it's through your eyelid he tears
His furtive scrambling's on your face does pierce
As you wake up and the pain you can feel
Screams of terror as to your mother you appeal
The blood streaming slowly down your face
Is acidic and burning as it leaves a furrowed trace
Looking into the mirror in shock and dismay
You realise in horror that in your eye eggs have been laid.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
I don't think I ever wrote anything that scary
But just because you happened to dare me
I'll weave a tale of fear and dread
A story so vile it'll stop your heart dead
Deep in the night when you're asleep in bed
An creature most foul enters your head
He slits open your papery eardrums with his claws
And sneaks on through without even a pause
He runs his sharp nails along your tympanic cavity
And blood rains down as he licks at it absently
A slit he cuts in your middle temporal artery
Then he slides on in like a thief on a robbery
Riding the current on twists and turns
On the crimson tide he is now a foreign germ
When he reaches his prefered destination
It is here he will wreak his final devastation
Behind your eye he works his claws and drills your bone
Until he hits his mark and lets out a gleeful moan
From his mouth comes a proboscis long and sleek
Then out it's tip a rancid fluid it does leek
Turning your eyeball into slimy mush
He ***** up the fluid in one long gush
Then he squeezes through the hole that he made
And in the eyes remains is where he lays
When he wakes it's through your eyelid he tears
His furtive scrambling's on your face does pierce
As you wake up and the pain you can feel
Screams of terror as to your mother you appeal
The blood streaming slowly down your face
Is acidic and burning as it leaves a furrowed trace
Looking into the mirror in shock and dismay
You realise in horror that in your eye eggs have been laid.
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