Something is beckoning. Something sinister and dark. Something is hanging on, Trying to make its mark. It hides in the corner, It creeps along in the night. I hear a warning, A voice full of fright. A magnificent figure of terror. All the time growing nearer. Silently shrieking, Just about to tell me.....
Reason for writing:
insanity...............
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