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mysterioart · 5 years
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Boogey Man
i hear him all the time
whispering behind me
stalking me in my deepest state of dreams.
he often guides me
straying further from a brighter path
i hear him call my name in the busy streets
or standing on a the jungle gym
encouraging me to follow him
even now as i sit in this bright white room
i hear him calling my name
to hang my sheets
often he screams into my ears if i refuse to listen
sometimes he chooses to hurt me
other times he doesn't have too
he drags me now down that deep dark road
as i stare blankly as its orange sky
as the crows sing a sorrowful song
for the boogey man has stolen another child
has stolen another home.
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