I'm a red being,
A being you are seeing.
Seeing isn't always believing,
Nor is horrified screaming.
A horrid being I am,
My eyes are a bloody sham.
I weigh but a gram,
So I think I shall eat some ham.
Upon this ham, my teeth did bite,
I felt a terrible fright.
The ham was spoiled, an ugly sight,
I puked up acid, glowing bright.
The radiating acid devoured the floor,
And even found its way to the door.
My tummy grumbled, for something more,
For some guts and gore.
I strolled to the graveyard out back,
Bodies piled high in a stack.
It never gets old, nor does it lack,
For things like this, my bony arms have a knack.
As night fades into day,
My ghoulish figure slinks away.
If I were to stay,
I'd melt and turn gray.
With that said,
I return to the dead.
Many things have been destroyed, mutilated and read,
And I grow tired, so goodnight, I am off to bed!
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"Night, it makes stars of us all until we fall for everyone to see"
- "In Thee" Blue Oyster Cult
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- "In Thee" Blue Oyster Cult
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