Mr. Dark

In the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Dark
His eyes are harder than any tree bark
His frightful look would make a dog weep
He is the one who watches me sleep
I, curled up into a hot, tangled heap
I look for him, But I hear not one beep
I tell you, of his cologne, it reeks
He watches me every day, all week
Alas, I could not take it anymore
As Poe says, nevermore 
Category:Poems
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Category:Burger's Stories
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