IT

In the darkest corner
In the most sinful place
That is where IT is , feeling no disgrace
IT feeds on your fear
IT drinks your blood
IT cuts open all of IT's victims.
IT loves to hear them scream .
IT enjoys it so
And then it's time to put on a show ...
Now this thing isnt a man .
IT isnt a girl neither ..
IT's a figure of Sin .
IT doesnt have a name either  
IT's tall & black with peircing red eyes , with loing twisted fingers is everything you despise .
IT staress & stands in the corner just so eager.
It waits for you to sleep , then hovers over you for IT will tear off your face and then kidnap you .
You will become one of IT's children & live in the hole.
Feeding on dead bodies & lost souls.
Blood drips from your mouth with a grin of your kill. Now please dont be afriad your one of us now .