*The Boogieman's Coming. [Song.]

*The Boogieman's Coming. [Song.]

A Poem by Mercury Mirrors
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Not done! :D I dont think of Don anymore *shrug* Boogieman, Shpoogieman who cares? idk about this one ima make some changes...and get a cookie. I ish hungry.

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He’ll hide in your closet.

And under your bed.
When you sleep he’ll creep out.
And tear off your head.

Don’t go to sleep Timmy.
You might not wake up.
The Boogieman’s waiting.
To chop your a*s up.
 
Hide under the covers.
But he can still see you.
You’ll never be safe,
No matter what you do.
 
The Boogieman’s coming.
He’s coming to get you.
You can run, you can hide.
He will always find you.

You can lock your windows.
You can lock the door.
Close your eyes & count.
You might get to four.
 
Before the knife comes down.
There goes your sweet smile.
You’re a bloody, torn mess.
Drowning in your own bile.

 

© 2008 Mercury Mirrors


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Very Nice! Very Sadistic! Lol I Love This One! In Fact I Am Going To Favorite This One! No Not Just because It Has Meh Name....(Though That Does Help! :) Because It Is Alot Like Me!!!!!!!! Lol WEEEEEEEEEEEEE Though I Ask If You Wrote It About Me Or Just For The Hell Of It.....?? Well Anyways! PEACE!

Posted 15 Years Ago


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What I can picture here is Gorillaz singing this. hehehe!! Sorry. I think this is good as a rock song or something. I like to write things like that but sometimes I can't think of scary things to say. Hahaha!!
Nice job.

I have songs written here too. :)

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Mercury Mirrors
Mercury Mirrors

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A Poem by Mercury Mirrors