• plooxe 34w

    They keep tapping on my window,
    I wish they didn’t come tonight but oh well,
    These acid rain drops that give me hell,
    Why can’t it melt through my entire cell?
    They keep scraping on my window,
    I can’t even rest during the day,
    When these branches squeak and sway,
    Screeching on the glass as if to say hey,
    They won’t leave my window alone,
    I’m scared out of my mind,
    It’s not mother nature, but demons this time,
    To come for my soul and leave riches behind,
    But I will surely die before the taking of mine,
    Maybe I can interrupt the ritual if I finish this li-