Fighting the Boogeyman and Keeping the Fear



The horror inside that you cannot see,
the crippling menace and silent killer.
A crime of the mind naught one man can flee,
a demon arrives to bring a chiller
hairy tingle right up your bones and spine,
so you turn your head just in time to glimpse
the nights shadow in a corner confined,

wide awake after dark, your faith’s eclipsed.
The ones you’ve loved have been taken away,
a man of simple thoughts searching for peace.
But the help you sought found only decay,
aware your contract is ending on life.
Your soul has grown weak; you no longer fight
the demon whispering you’re “so nice, so nice”.


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