There's something locked within my mind,
no matter what I do, I find
it's always lurking deep within,
with gnashing teeth and fiendish grin...
Go deep into my head, you'll see
the remnants there that once were me,
replaced now by nefarious things,
with beady eyes and leathered wings.
Bring your own light, it's rather dark;
the stench of death, no life-line spark,
of who and what I once had been.
Worlds of depravity and sin.
Decide to tarry there too long,
where wrong is right, and right is wrong,
there'll be no one to pull you free —
it's then that you'll belong to me.
With each and every scream you make —
with every single breath you take,
I'll snuggle closer when I hear
you writhe in agony and fear.
Yes, I'm a horror writer, true,
who yearns to shock the life from you;
deliver shivers, raise your hair —
then usher in a lethal scare.
