Boogeyman

A dark tale of the boogeyman

I feel him clawing at the bed boards underneath my bed
Striking me with fear and dread
He isn't a man, he isn't anything
He's created from a sick man's imagining
I tell myself to get a grip
But I know it's only a matter of time before I let my mind slip
He's laughter echoes into my head
And I know he is the personification of the dead
He's taken everything from me
My friends and family and left me on my own weary and dreary
Why can't I end this nightmare or am I just afraid to admit what isn't there,
It's all part of my imagination,
And it's going to lead me to my damnation
I hear a slithering come from under my bed
It's only a matter of minutes before I'm dead
I relax my body And close my eyes
Waiting for death's icy embrace
I feel a fiery breath like hell
I feel like I want to throw up a bunch of bile
The laughter again pierces the night
But I don't have the strength for a final fight
I'm drained and now I realize I have gone full blown insane
It's him, it's the boogeyman
I've dreamt him from the darkest depths of my mad imagination
Now he drags me to Hell
And I enter my cell
Never to see another welcoming smile

Reviews

[EJ's Horror]

I like it, it's like reading the horrors of an ICP song, but better spelling I read your bio too, from that I see how you draw the boogeyman, keep it up brother!