Creepypasta

No joke, I have been staring at this page for 20 minutes already, unable to create anything. I have, instead, eaten a butterscotch frosted donut and ingested sweet tea. At 2 am, when I have to be at work at 10 am. I do not adult well. I keep saying it because it’s true.

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I write my songs on the walls of broken hearts

with teardrop ink and promises whispered.

I travel past your shuttered eyes, careless

of your nightmares, awakened and hungry.

I devour dreams and spill forth terror,

wrenching from sleep your peace and calm.

I creep down walls of paint and plaster, claws

leave no scratch but rasp your heightened senses.

You scrunch eyes tighter, praying I am nothing

more than trees, a sleight of light, distraction.

You hunker down, blankets close and shielding

from my eyes glowing, gleaming in the corner.

You speak aloud, to yourself confirming, sycophantic

in your attempts to gather tranquil and soft serenity.

You balance precarious between sanity and impossible,

fighting, the urge of panic and survival rising in your throat.

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Yep, kind of creeped myself out with that one. I don’t really know where that came from.