Something creeps and this way comes
Stalks it's prey and cuts their thumbs
Ever hungry, wanting more
Now it's almost at your door
If you run and don't come back,
You may not become a snack
But if you stay and don't believe
From yourself your heart he'll cleave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tis creepy callie love it