Come
.
Over to the house that haunts
Your worst nightmares. the
Hands inside only mean to
Take you from your comfort, placed
.
On
.
The shore of your mind and
Send you into the horror that
Lies in the seas beneath your skin.
He'll tell you, fangs to your throat,
.
"Baby,
.
It's okay. You'll like it. I promise."
Then he'll strip off your skin,
Settle into your bones and make
You scream out though tattered lungs,
.
"I
.
Don't want this!" But he'll never
Listen to you. You said that you'd
Be good. You promised that you
Would never try to run. You
.
Swore
.
To the Devil that you would
Lay their and wait until
He was done with your battered
Corpse. Even if you told, he'd say,
.
"I'd never
.
Do that to a sweet young thing,
Let alone the best friend of
My granddaughter." He'd make sure
To let everyone know that he'd never
.
Hurt
.
You the way a man never should,
Especially not to someone
As damaged, and alone, and
Broken, and incomplete as
.
You.