January 19, 2009
Watching TV and looking at me,

The Skinless man sat still.

I sat at the table, ready and able,

Waiting for him to kill.

He let out a noise, never faltering poise,

As he drew the knife from its' sheath.

His scream was metallic and his eyes much italic,

I awoke and was grinding my teeth.

I rolled over so soft, Quickly, brain went aloft,

As I saw the man standing right here.

I went back to sleep, Avoiding that creep,

He sure knew how to give me a scare.

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