Dreamons
The Demons I dream of
are far, far worse
Than those you might face
once you ride a hearse;
Even more ghastly,
more ghoulish, and foul,
Than any endeveavored
out of someone's mouth.
The Demons I dream of
are deranged and desperate,
They gleam of the strangest
desires that I've met.
The demons I dream of
are obscure infections,
What scares me most is
they bear my reflection.
The demons I dream of
are merciless hosts,
The worst of their kind,
I don't mean to boast;
But they tantalize,
tamper, and tittilate,
Turbulently, enough
that no man could take,
And now I fear sleep,
for reasons disclosed;
These demons I dream of
are darker than most.
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