Hell's in the Air

Who am I you may ask

Well I am the Boogeyman

And yes I am back at last

I taint and twist your dreams

While I feast upon your screams

For I am the Boogeyman

 

While in your dream you lie dead

I lay hiding under the bed

While you wither around in fear

I laugh with a snear

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