When the lights turn off at night
That's when they lurk.
Monsters.
There ugly and scary
A frightening sight
Ready to claw you
Ready to grab you and pull you under the bed.
Long blood stained teeth
Claws covered with grime
Eyes the devourer of souls
you see the people scream in pain as you stare into those black dead eyes.
They tickle your toes with there ragged old tails.
They'll hide in your closet too, ripping your clothes to sherds.
Silent as death, they lurk in the shadows.
Ready to devour your soul
ready to slurp up your blood and chew on your bones
In the dead at night that's when they lurk.
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A Silent Kiss
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