The man that contains your soul.

by Roberto Hernandez   Mar 2, 2012


The night,
mostly when people think of it they get a fright
i stare at you with these dark brown cold eyes
you take a breath and sigh
i scared you like how freddy plays hind and go seek
he'll come after you until you die, and after you, he'll make his way to someone else
and eventually they'll see him peek
your dreams, is where he plays
your parents, would think your going crazy
their confused faces they have on probably thinking that if this is one of your phases
once your dired up
you'll think yourself your a queer bird
when you sleep he'll come and you'll yell stop touching me! STOP!
bones break,
blood leeks,
he play's ping pong with your skull
a person that would be your nightmare
death, donsen't like to be cheated
at the end he'll be playing duck, duck, goose
eventually he'll come after you.

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