He says I’m creepy and I like creepy things
It is a cute thing to say and a cute way to think
Little does he know of who Sinister is
I’m good don’t get me wrong
But I’m growing older and exposure is prolonged
To the monsters in my room
Their chokehold is strong
This news isn’t new
But he’s a new guy
What is creepy to him is just another black sky
To me
What I go to bed to every night
“Are you going to have nightmares from that?”
He put the image of a worm crawling out of a man’s head
Into my mind
I laugh and I’m cute again
Little does he know, Sinister stands behind
Fright turns to excitement to comfort every time
If I could cry on command
He would hold me strong every dark night
But it’s one am and it’s time for me to go home
They’ll be waiting for me
Insistent I return alone
They’ll hold me tighter in the night than he
Insistent on choaking out my eternity
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