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The Creeper

Poetry By: Atton Brown
Horror



The Creeper knows...everything. Blink he's counts how many breathe, he measures how deep. Speak, he remembers every word you say...


Submitted:Oct 27, 2009    Reads: 159    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   


Thunder clap
He stalks you
Coldly in the night
Sees you when you're sleeping
Knows when you're awake
Watching.
Every mood you make
Every step
Every breath
You take
He sees
He watches
Do you see what I see?
Creeping in the corner
Late nights
Violent masturbation
To that one photo
You posted on your
Web page
You thought it was private
Your diary
Your conversations with your
"Friends"
You thought it was private
The things you told your
Counselor
Priest
Parents
Yourself
You thought they were private
So he creeps
Naked through your front lawn
Down your chimney while your children sleep
Into your bed while you slumber
With your lover
Nothing is
Private
Nothing is
Hidden
Nothing is
Sacred
Nothing can be
Kept
Not from the
Creeper




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