grotesque

lying in bed trying to get some sleep
 
 is when they like to creep and stare at me.
 
 utterly horrifying they will be.
 
 staring me down, getting ready to leap.
 
 
 feeling them staring me down, makes me weak.
 
 thoughts running through my head frantically.
 
 why do they choose me? Every night! Why me?
 
 everytime they're there, stalking, i could shriek. 
 
 
 they are skin and bones; no eyes, and no nose.
 
 faceless; with only a mouth that's bloody.
 
 long, finger like claws. ready to attack.
 
 you ask, “why do they always come to you?”
 
 i can't answer this question, but honey
 
 before you go to bed; always watch your back.
 
 
 
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