Haunting

Creepydolly

21 Feb, 2016 12:59 AM
She will haunt 
She will taunt

There is no escape 
There is no hope left to relate to

There is little to eat
And hurting feet

The ache goes un pleased 

The pain unable to be washed away by tears

For the house is haunting 
The night is daunting

The creaks awakening

Run dear boy, run
For she is coming for you

The blood of your veins shall be splattered all over the wall
Run dear boy, run

Do not fear me
I dont wish to harm you

Fear her
With her long white death dress
The blood constantly dripping from her sad eyes
Her laugh willing to draw you in

For she is disguised
Run my dear boy, run

Almost night
When she comes
Your bones will melt
Your flesh will be ripped from your body

And all that will be left 
Is the skin of your body

So run my dear boy, run
For it is night and I fear it is too late

So come to me
And spend the night at the haunted mansion 
Where nothing is a lie

But the one
Where I said you can trust me

Well you can't
Say goodbye my dear boy, goodbye
Tags: Little Boy
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