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Grim reaper at your door

unlocked, he walks in.

all is quiet, all is still;

creeping like a lizard,

he slithers into your bedroom;

you sleeping like child,

with dreams of evergreen forests;

he makes his way to your bed

with dagger in hand and stabs

you in the heart multiple times;

again and again,

blood flowling,

sheets stained 

and your lifeless corpse

spreadeagle waiting

for someone to discover

it;

He walks out, still, with dagger

in hand, without a trace,

and leaves, locking your door,

never to be seen again.