Tounge-Tied at last. The stairs squeak and creek. For behind the door lays an eye at peak. I hear giggles and screams from afar for only the deadly eye under my bed can be remarked. creatures crawl on the walls. the silence fo numb For the cold spot forever in my room. The wicked eye awaits A black figure down the hall. It's gwak never clicking off the wall Help Me. Save Me. But is there nothing left to save? For oh saint wretch is awaiting my demise at my grave
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