You are in the shadow
When the hand strikes three
You stalk, You steam,
You laugh, you scream,
Yet unbeknownst to me.

My dreams are all but cursed by night
My eyes forever stunned by fright
My skin broke by last falls first bite
A tale, though one may see.

You are in the corner
When the tail lights shine
You stare, you breathe,
Your nails, your teeth,
I'm tuna in the brine.

I feel you rip away my flesh
My eyelids flare back heaped with stress
These holes torn through this jersey mesh
Cold chills run down my spine.

You are no longer there
When the hand strikes four
I tap, I yell,
Im through, this hell
The Boogeyman is no more.

Until tomorrow again at three
The scariest things I ever will see
My dreams forever will never set free
For what he has in store.

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