I am the man with the chalky-white skin
With long yellow nails and large gruesome grin
I am the eyes glowing deep in the trees
With a low rumbling growl that weakens your knees
I am the face that you saw in the mirror
That’s gone in a glance and leaves you in terror
I am the tingle you feel on your neck
I pull softly away when you reach up to check
I am the one drooling puddles of spit
Just behind the door where the light isn’t lit
I am the footsteps you hear in the hall
When you’re home alone with no one to call
I am the doll sitting still on the shelf
That you know looked your way and sat up by itself
I’m every weird sound and each chilling aberration
And here's who I am, I’m your imagination
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