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Do you know what waits for you;
In the dark, under your bed?
Do you know it's after you;
This thing inside your head?
It's coming for you, little girl;
Just you wait and see.
Its teeth are sharp and glistening;
It's mocking smile of glee.
It loves to torture, yes it does.
It feeds off fear and pain.
You see it in your dreams at night;
It's laughter far from sane.
Its skin is charcoal black, you know.
It's burned right to a crisp.
The very prospect reeks of Hell.
It gives your heart a twist.
Its eyes a misty white
It stares into your own.
It eats your sadness, hungering tears.
It loves when you're alone.
If you could see it's just not real
It wouldn't mean a thing.
You could write a poem about it;
Laughter it would bring.
In the dark, under your bed?
Do you know it's after you;
This thing inside your head?
It's coming for you, little girl;
Just you wait and see.
Its teeth are sharp and glistening;
It's mocking smile of glee.
It loves to torture, yes it does.
It feeds off fear and pain.
You see it in your dreams at night;
It's laughter far from sane.
Its skin is charcoal black, you know.
It's burned right to a crisp.
The very prospect reeks of Hell.
It gives your heart a twist.
Its eyes a misty white
It stares into your own.
It eats your sadness, hungering tears.
It loves when you're alone.
If you could see it's just not real
It wouldn't mean a thing.
You could write a poem about it;
Laughter it would bring.
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I wasn't really sure what to list this poem as... Haha Anyways, it's about a past fear that I eventually got over just a couple of months ago. I decided to write about it today. This is the first rhyming poem I've ever written, and it wasn't forced!
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"Do you know it's after you; This thing inside your head?" My mind sometimes drive me crazy, so I laughed when I read that sentence xD Good work! I'm also a writer, but ca't write rhyming pomes And, even if I could, people could really notice how forced the poem would be; this one, on the other hand, feels pretty... 'natural', which means it's pretty well written