Clowns fucking terrify me
Tim Curry IT will forever be the most terrifying. Period.
I won't watch it.

In the dead of night, as I lie in bed,
my thoughts haunt me, a restless dread.

A weight upon my chest, I cannot breathe.
My mind a frightening maze, I cannot leave.

Darkness surrounds me, a shroud of fear.
My demons I hear whisper, "we're always near."

Sleep paralysis grips me tight,
I struggle, with all my might.

I try to scream, I try to flee,
but my body is frozen, it's not free.

The phantoms circle, their laughter cold.
They taunt me, with so many stories untold.

I know not which way is up or down.
In this nightmare, my mind is a clown.

Madness creeps in, its tendrils deep.
I try to escape, but souls don't keep.

In the morning light, I open my eyes.
The nightmarish visions, a cruel disguise.

Will they return, when the moon is high?
My haunted thoughts never really die.