Come to Me
(part 1)

You came over my house
He'd called you there
Stepped into my dark room
No lights no power
Eerie aura of death
Stink of rancid flesh
Rotted muscle
Broken bone
And fresh blood
Have no fear a whisper
Stumble to open windows
And see light
You can see me
Lying on the bed
Almost see
His evil grin
Smirk and try to laugh
I respond not
Fear takes over
Tear open the blinds
And scream.

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