I am horrible, I am quiet,
But at times very loud,
I can’t deny it,
For you have found the evil in me,
Fall down to my feet, and pray for me,
I am the devil which you dream,
So be afraid of the sleep,

Cry at night, for you are gone,
I will fade into the night,
I am your orgasm in your mind,
Fires burn, your stomach turns,
Your soul is buried deep in mine,
Now you look at me, now you see,
I am Krueger,
Give me, Give me,
The soul which you bear for me.

~ DarkAndForsakenless ~

I'll give you my soul
Only for you to behold.
For I love a good fright
in the middle of the night!!!


Great write!

i added to your poem


im kruger kruger
for all i kill
as little children
come to mind
im your worse enemy
that you shall all
ever know
your dreams
of me is so very
true
so belive what you hear
for im always near
under the bed just look
and you will see
bury your soul
and you bury mine
where you get
nothing but a great
ftight at that
watch your back
in every turn you make
when midrises so does
the kruger making its kill
so becarel on your whereabouts