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this is a song not a poem
i know all of u probly know the song "patty cake Patty cake"
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He has a spacific type
That you would least expect
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welcome to the house of horrors
welcome to the house of blood
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The reality is that my window is open,
and I'm alone.
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tonight we're going do the dance
of death feel the wind on your
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feel dead surrounding you
dead cold hands on you
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deep in back of the woods
is something no ones ever
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The sun was almost setting as Hope hurried down the trail.
As she ran toward her home, she knew that she would fail
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The damp heavy smell of asbestos reeks from the shredded wallpaper
Where the spirits of the insane dead once clawed at, ripped at.
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From an early age, he claimed that he saw visions.
Uncannily he predicted fires and escapes from prisons.
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Even knowing
moments after stopping
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The creature moved by the window with a shrunken face,
forty-seven ghosts and a witch crawling through the cemetery
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Gore comes falling form the sky
A nightmare
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Sadly turn, the reasons there
Through the curtains, shivering, bare
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Nightmarish creatures trapes back and forth
between the closet and the dark place beneath the bed
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Standing in the middle of the Vegas strip, Sarah looks around at the empty casinos and hotels, the streets are covered in old papers and ru
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Here I sit starring at you,
As you wander aimlessly among the few.
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He sat across,
Me feeling strange.
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The sea beats in at the headland spur
Then rounds Crab Island Reef,
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by Synthetic-Nightmare
146 lines, 15 comments,
on May 31 10:28 AM. In murder, serial, killer, gore, dark, fear, horror, violent, death, life, adult
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