Behind a Painted Smile

Am I truly here or am I in your head as I tower above you while you tower in your bed? Don't turn on the light. If you do, you'll soon be dead. I've walked by your side for many years now. A ghost or a delusion? You've found no answer to that yet. No veritable conclusion. As for me, old friend, rest assured, I shall never tell. For all that matters here to me is watching you go through hell. My fingers probe inside your mind where darkest thoughts reside, Perlooking at your fevered brain, for I know what lies inside. Haunting terrors from the past that stir your chilled blood Since the first time you encountered me as I over your bed I stood. My strength comes from all forms of suffering, you see. Pain, fear, madness, they all sustain me. I feast upon the misery as you slowly lose your mind. No pleasure greater than this will I ever find. Am I truly here or am I in your head as I tower above you while you tower in your bed? Don't turn on the light. If you do, you'll soon be dead. As you spy my delusive demeanor in gaudy attire, The heady eyes ghoulishly gleaming with hadean fire, The scent of your fear drips from each oozing pore. I taste it on your quivering flesh, a parasitic predator. Turning down the veil between the realms of consciousness, My evil erupting within you like a putrid abscess. For now the time has come for me to infiltrate your dreams. Sweet music to my ears will be the echoes of your screams. I will never give up until our battle is done. Because as you've heard, for me this is all great fun. I know it will take time, so I don't mind waiting a while For you to learn what truly lurks behind this painted smile. Am I really here or am I in your head as I tower above you while you tower in your bed? Don't turn on the light. If you do, you'll soon be dead. www.LRCgenerator.com