MysticalBurrito
December 15th, 2009, 07:23 PM
Searching through the books of screaming souls, she is found.
Her face horrifying, eyes are empty pits to her mind.
Her hands, oh so cold, don’t let them touch you or she’ll devour your mind when you least expect it.
Her sins are tragedies written in blood,
“Written in your blood, you fool!” She screams in your ear.
Skin so pale it’s the color blue, blood so foul you can smell it without trying.
Her voice sings the song of a thousand broken souls, the relative of the dead ringer in your closet,
Sister of the monsters under your bed.
Creeping at night to scream her deadly lullaby in your ears,
Cover them quick! She hasn’t gotten to you yet.
Don’t let her catch you, run as fast as you can,
She’ll take away your mind and add it to her collection of lovely beings.
Her scarecrow hands will inject poison into it,
Taking away what makes you special making it hers.
Close the book and set it down. The nightmare is over go back to sleep dear.
Her face horrifying, eyes are empty pits to her mind.
Her hands, oh so cold, don’t let them touch you or she’ll devour your mind when you least expect it.
Her sins are tragedies written in blood,
“Written in your blood, you fool!” She screams in your ear.
Skin so pale it’s the color blue, blood so foul you can smell it without trying.
Her voice sings the song of a thousand broken souls, the relative of the dead ringer in your closet,
Sister of the monsters under your bed.
Creeping at night to scream her deadly lullaby in your ears,
Cover them quick! She hasn’t gotten to you yet.
Don’t let her catch you, run as fast as you can,
She’ll take away your mind and add it to her collection of lovely beings.
Her scarecrow hands will inject poison into it,
Taking away what makes you special making it hers.
Close the book and set it down. The nightmare is over go back to sleep dear.