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.