He stares into your sanity, plans while you sleep
Darkness glitters gruesomely, your life he plans to reap
Once your eyes lock, do not make a noise
Supernatural cannot block, the death of little boys
His face like bleach, his eyes open-shred
Never extend a hand to reach, do not be mislead
He only lives to kill, friends are dead to him
His corrupt intention will, murders your tired whim
His finals words, will haunt your death
No amount of wooden boards, will protect your final breath
Smiling cruel, as a knife plunges deep
Your screams are fuel, now Go To Sleep
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I would like to translate this poem
wow this poem is awesome i love how you describe him and how he brings the death this poem is amazing you are talented, love, Tin MOUSE