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It

 
come king It and talk with me
enter the bloody corridor and walk into my waking dreams
I'm ready to face my fears

sinister feelings spike
you were my first nightmare
jagged teeth meant for slicing children
eating our most deadly dreams and turning them ghoulish

Father of death most foul
under my bed and in my closet
you came upon me while I was sleeping

I sought comfort in the light
yet on my periphery I could see you
mocking me, mouthing just wait until I get you alone

swallowing my happiness morbid clown
entering my soul leaving your mark
twisted deceiver you hunt me until I grew into an adult
stalking my footsteps I never got far enough away
to forget death was right behind me

I can smell the copper pennies on the air
Penny Wise is near
tick tok the clock chimes dread

an innocent smile turns blood red
faces elongate and teeth become sharp
he's here even as I think
calculating my next move

no one can save me from this hell
inside the dead lights

we all float here






(inspired by the movie It)



Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published
Author's Note
for Hades Comp. All Hallow's Eve in Horrowood
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