This boogie man doesn't hide under my bed
This boogie man of mine lives in the same house as me
Proudly walking its hallways
Proudly owning every inch of it
This boogie man doesn't need to put on a scary face to make my bones shake
His simple presence and few words spit in anger are enough
He looks at me as if I'm not even worth a penny
This boogie man doesn't have crooky feet or a hump on his back
Only heavy, heavy chains he wraps around my ankles and wrists
You can hear echoing in the distance every night I beg at his door for freedom
This boogie man is my worst nightmare
For I'll never be able to wake up from it
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FILTHY CLAWS
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