Precious Death

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A monster in the closet

A beast beneath my head

The creatures hiding under your bed

The dreams that go bitter

The thoughts to waste

My minds dead empty space

One little curled up child

A crying soul on the floor

A laughing demons crazy whore

A life not to spare

A death is too precious

Where the light only depresses

Wild eyes around the room

Angry blood on the wall

A shadow standing high and tall

Footsteps go and leave

Slams echo through the air

But the bodies around are unaware

Crumbling it speeds off

Alone into the soundless night

Leaving the ghost of a pale white

Hides in the shadows

Not ever to be seen

Until the next victims scene

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Thanks to my girl Rock-in-my-soul for writing this rad poem with me. Go check out her channel and follow her, she is amazing!

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