I am he who you thought lived in your nightmares. You were just too sleepy to realize I was truly there.
I am he who watches you from across the street and follows you home. He who scratches the floor when you think you're home alone.
I am the dripping blood of an innocent's corpse.
I am the pain of cracking bones.
I am the spectre of corruption.
And I will be the last image on the rotting eyes of your dead body
for no one has seen me and kept breathing
for my voice is the sound of all hope dying
for my stare is like hellfire on your eyes
for my skin is the vision of the unholy
I am feared amongst the feared
for I am the Pallid Man.
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