Sleep well my love, for there are no monsters here
No lurking psychopaths cloistered in closets
Not even one psychopath, who might be as crazy as fuck!
They're only in nightmares and movies; or nightmarish movies!
...a languid chuckle; release the buckle...
No, no, stay calm and sleep well my love
And think not of a madman's vacant, spiritless, eyes
As his tongue licks the cold steel of a cutthroat razor
That's so fucking sharp; well it's as sharp as a razor!
...a hearty chuckle, leather through loops, a clinking buckle...
Sleep well my love, for that's only the rain tapping on the window
OK, I know the moon and stars are out tonight; a full, bloated, moon
So it must be a random shower, from a random cloud; mustn't it?
Why don't you have a look, pull back the curtain and then you'll be certain
...an unseen sneer, nasty and near...
Oh sweetie! Don't cry my love; fear not the dead hours of dark!
There's no madman here; there's no fucking madman here my dear!
And what you can hear now is just the gentle caress of a zephyr
Even though it has a smell, like the fetid breath of a leper
...a full fucking sneer; a soiled bed of fear...
Sleep well my love and sleep well forever
You've such a sweet neck! So I feed the buckle when I loop the leather
They're no psychopaths here my dear, but I'm as crazy as fuck!
And you, my love, have just run out of...
...No! You can't see me, so don't fucking look!...
I pull hard on leather and I close the buckle
But you're sneering back as you fucking chuckle
Oh my god! You're in my head and your words allege
"You can't fucking kill what's already fucking dead!"
...I scream "lies!", as she gouges out my fucking eyes...
"Sleep well my love", she gently whispers... is that my cutthroat razor?
That's so fucking sharp, well it's as sharp as a.........
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