Dragons and demons
On their bellies broken blind
Would take me with them
Jagged black mold runs
Through the baseboards of the house
Stinky wet demon
Though born without eyes
The creature has the insight
To avoid my snares
Broken backed demon
Dry eye sockets mouth sewn closed
Keeps crawling toward me
Skull blistered with rot
Collapse into chalky dust
I can’t stop screaming
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