cluster

just beyond the line of sight
right behind your back
the demons crawl out with their knives
determined to attack

12 strong, telepathic tones
the monster gang is here
to kill
and not make any friends

inch by inch
the webs they spin
to keep the bodies
fresh within

no rot shall touch
their special prize
that they'll soon
eat from the eyes

in the empty sockets
they'll slowly make their nest
for they'll bring up tiny demons
and give them their best

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It's 2 AM and I am feeling horrible. How's new year going ya shits?