creature
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Down the rivers, waterfalls, lakes, streams, creeks
The waters should be wary of the company that comes close to its mud rich borders
Listen close, not to the woods that gives you its greetings
There's a monster in my closet,
He tells me how I'll die,
He tells me when I'll go,
When I'll say goodbye,
Oh this monster in my closet,
Hears a tap on my window,
There's a crow waiting,
Can you hear me now?
As I call out into the silence
shattering the illusion of peace
only to refill the space with
the weeping of the mourning,
and groaning of the dead,
the screaming of the innocent
What is this cloud that hangs over my head?
It follows me like some form of dread,
Waiting, watching, readying the strike.
I fear the moment it drops its impaling spike.
I bare my fangs, I laugh at fear
Others quake at what they hear
I follow through, I lead the pack
I remind them to never ever look back
I clench my teeth, I hide my pain
Think only of what I might gain
The crimson drops under the moonlight
A howl echos through the long night
The stars that shine way up high
A dreary gleam covers the sky
My body slowly stats to quake
Fear within my heart it does make
Standing knee-deep in waves it could otherwise
Drown in,
Reaching toward the water,
Black with tears and blood and bad memories,
A body standing aimlessly, dead before
Drowning.
I've gone through adequate measures to beat the monster that resides within me
This thing lay secreted beneath the surface of my skin
Readying to rupture out at any which moment
I once knew a little girl
Push around and teased
Who only ever wanted
To help and aid the weak
That girl never could
Fit in with her own kind
But she found that animals
The scorching Serengeti heat casts a spotlight
Shining on a glorious creature whose life is finite
He enters the land of the stories untold
But he is the hunter whose task is so bold
How did you see me?
Was it the color upon me?
There is nothing different about this faceless creature
So now I ask
