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evil, it glars at me,

while i sleep,

inching towards me

it whispers,

chanting, silent words

visuals of shadows

peer in the corners,

as i dream.



it waits till morning

then, becomes silent

waiting for another night to come

to scare me.

to huant me, in the darkness

this cuddly creature,

i once adored,

fills my room with blood

of the night.