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In the house of the X
Darkness falls
No one, nor thing
Can be heard from within the walls
You start feeling up
To some innocent fun
But along comes a feeling
And it weighs a ton
Who the X is
No one really knows
But he kidnaps kids
And even pets he chose
The X is an unknown man
And he's from unknown times
But what's known is that he hunts at night
And always when midnight chimes
His house is quite big
It is oh, so tall
But don't go near it
Even if you lost a ball
He has no pets
As far as we know, it is surely true
Even if he did have one
We wouldn't ever have a clue
His diet is quite simple
It consists of lungs and hearts
He prefers these from kids,
But he'll have any of your parts
So if you happen to be taking a walk
And you stumble upon his abode
Run away, warn your friends
Don't ever return to this road
YOU ARE READING
My mind's poetry
PoetryPoetry about stuff in my mind... * *** * Do note that this stuff merely comes to my mind. My life is not all goth and emo or whatever. Not trying to offend no one. Do also note that most of these pictures are not mine to call, well, mine (except cat...
