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A/N: This poem is from 2011. Oh my ya... clearly I have always been dark and twisty.
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Your favorite nightmares
The ones where you prevail
When all the hideous beasts
Return to the depths of hell

The ichor they leave behind
Still smolders in your mind
As you walk alone in the dark
In the shadows they tend to lurk

Your breath turns to ice
With every exhale
Becomes a constant itch like lice
Burrowing in your scalp

Tick tock goes the clocks
The hour when the monster knocks
Your mind begins to crumble
When the sky lets loose a ferocious thunder