Sometimes I walk at night all alone
he follows me home
he follows me home
Sometimes he speaks in mumbles and groans
I mimic his tone
repeating his poem
Wraps up my hands and leads to his throne
forever we roam
forever we roam
He tells me that one day, we'll share a soul
and now I know...
this is my home
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕪 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
HorrorA book full of scary poems and stories to chill you to the bone and make your blood run cold.