No longer sneaking up there by the sofa.
No longer do I hear the knocks...
My silly ritual put you away in that angels or devils box.
Yeah you wanted to dance near the table and pop out
somewhere near me.
I put it to you without humour remind you there´s no end.
That was that and you disappeared.
What ever happened to the supernatural fear,
pretty mediocre if you ask me.
And Out I went hand stretched and put the matter
to rest now be it try.
I got all of you burned shouted and you´re still alive.
Everyone gets a piece of this action I´m hideous.
My very rhyme creeps up sneaky and insidious.
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