When what is within you
is more frightening
than what is around you.
The monster in the corner
retreats everytime you come closer
The one under your bed
moved to Danny's instead
The one in the closet
couldn't fit with all those skeletons
it's darker within you
than a moonless night
your soul so stained
it lost it's everlasting shine
the blood dried up on yoh floor
even the flies wont come anymore
no more space in your back yard
guess you need a new graveyard
grim said he won't come over
since the last time you fucked him over
as you watch the darkness fade
at the start of a new dawn
you lay your head to rest
on your pile of bones.
A strong scent fills the air
smells like dried blood
death and rotting flesh
your delicate cologne.
The Queen of death
rot, flith and the dead
it's time for you to rest
see you at the next harvest
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