You are a wolf in sheep’s clothes,
Walking unseen by your foes.
I have listened to your lies,
Found the truth inside your eyes,
You believe that no one knows.
I heard you howl in the throes
Of your narcissistic woes.
I can see through your disguise.
You are a wolf.
Your barbaric nature shows
As your audacity grows,
Casting uncredited cries
Carelessly into the skies.
In due time I will expose…
You are a wolf.
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I don’t ever want to go to sleep;
There is a monster beneath my bed.
He hisses and taunts; he gets in my head.
I hide under blankets and weep.
Through the darkness I hear him creep.
His presence fills me up with dread.
I don’t ever want to go to sleep;
There is a monster beneath my bed.
Too terrified to make a peep,
I know the demon wants me dead.
That he’ll bleed from me a stream of red,
Just to linger there and watch it seep.
I don’t ever want to go to sleep.
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He slinks amidst shadows in the cloak of night.
Evil flows through his veins with wicked intent,
He’s a predator in search of souls to smite.
A horror enticed by desperation’s scent,
He’s a fiendish relic from another age,
He finds sustenance within other’s lament.
His charred face is gnarled in hideous rage,
Eyes burn crimson like the blood of his victims.
He’s ravenous, ruthless and on a rampage.
Once you’re detected, suffering this way comes.
He will rip out your heart, devour your soul,
Your merciful pleas fall upon deaf eardrums.
When done with your spirit, he’ll eat your heart whole,
Leave your husk to rot, and resume his patrol.
Carrie Mayhem 