boogeyman
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The boogeyman is real
just not quite in the way we think
he is not a behemoth of green flesh
no,
the boogeyman wears blue.
He does not linger underneath her your bed
he roams in the open world
Underneath my bed while I fall asleep
Lives a creature that slithers and creeps
It claws at my hair to get to my mind,
and the answer to “Why?” I may never find.
I still believe
in the Boogey Man.
His image has changed
throughout the years.
His claws are now stress,
digging into my skin,
pulling out my hair.
His eyes glow yellow,
