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Blood
That black hared boy on the edge of the street.
Do you remember him?
If you do...Whatever you do
do not talk to him.
For if you do
you will see stuff
beyond your worst nightmares.
A Cheshire grin will be carved into his lips.
Piercing blue eyes will haunt you
as he stabs the light from your eyes
and carves a deadly grin on your lips.
As your blood spills he will only laugh
the voices in your head you barely listen to
would have been telling you this whole time.
But whatever you do...
Even if it itches you from behind
Do not turn around...He's behind you right now
breathing down your neck.
Do you feel that?
If you do...It's already too late.
Do you remember him?
If you do...Whatever you do
do not talk to him.
For if you do
you will see stuff
beyond your worst nightmares.
A Cheshire grin will be carved into his lips.
Piercing blue eyes will haunt you
as he stabs the light from your eyes
and carves a deadly grin on your lips.
As your blood spills he will only laugh
the voices in your head you barely listen to
would have been telling you this whole time.
But whatever you do...
Even if it itches you from behind
Do not turn around...He's behind you right now
breathing down your neck.
Do you feel that?
If you do...It's already too late.
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