Safe and sound are words you hear,
As terror whispers in your ear.
Sleep sweet child as I sing you a lullaby,
wrapping my icy hands around your heart to slowly watch you die.
I live in the darkest corners of your mind,
a place you'd dare not ever go.
im your own personal angel of death,
and a face you'll never know.
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Author:
The Drunk Pirate (
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Comments1
Dark and scary! But so well written!
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