He comes in my dreams
At least I think I'm asleep
I feel his hated dark presence
as he appears in the night air above me
An indescribable face
Horns, razor teeth and the eyes
Eyes of the dead and the pits of hell
He pins me down with the strength
summoned from all his demons
He mounts me with lizard like limbs
And clawed, slender fingered hands
Cold as dry ice
His foul breath of a billion deaths
encompasses me
I start to scream
Scream prayers I remembered as
An innocent child
His hard, crooked, thin member
entering and poisoning me
I scream but no one hears
It must be a dream
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