It stalks me as I sleep.
It waits for me by day.
It feeds on my agony and immaculate horror.
I am not safe where I stay.
Hiding under my bedroom carpet,
in the closet, beneath the bed,
Anywhere it can drive me crazy, but,
No matter what, it'll not get in my head.
When I gaze into it, it's horrible eyes
Pierce my flesh down to the soul.
My skin wrinkles and curdles with cold,
My insides burn like coal.
I can't live with this thing much longer,
It'll destroy my sanity.
I can't live with the thing much longer,
The thing I'm ashamed to call me.
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 6:24 PM UTC
It stalks me as I sleep.
It waits for me by day.
It feeds on my agony and immaculate horror.
I am not safe where I stay.
Hiding under my bedroom carpet,
in the closet, beneath the bed,
Anywhere it can drive me crazy, but,
No matter what, it'll not get in my head.
When I gaze into it, it's horrible eyes
Pierce my flesh down to the soul.
My skin wrinkles and curdles with cold,
My insides burn like coal.
I can't live with this thing much longer,
It'll destroy my sanity.
I can't live with the thing much longer,
The thing I'm ashamed to call me.
Afterword:I am not some emo kid, and this is not some emo poem. Let this affect you how it shall, and do with it what you will.