His face haunts my dreams
That creepy smile gleams
His painted red lips
Hands on his hips
His eyes in my nightmares
Piercing my soul, he stares
Pale white skin
Flaking his chin
The boy in yellow
Not very mellow
His arm ripped from its socket
He couldn't even block it
His raincoat stained
His body chained
The boy is missing an arm
But, for the clown, that's no alarm
He feasts on our flesh as he feeds on our fear
Pennywise has struck again.
By: gotohelltoburnwithme
P. S. I cannot wait for Chapter Two, coming out soon!
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