A noise in the dead of night.

Why do they call it that??

Laughing, fighting, hah.

It could go on and on.

Bass thumping.

Red lights lit up.

AirPods going.

She hangs ov-

over her desk.

Working on it.

Her next piece.

Masterpiece.

Like a DJ at the slide.

I make people sing along.

Rapping my raps, tryna be me.

DJ at the slide, I make my own beat.

Rap my writings, copy my beats.

You’ll never get the tone right.

Try to read my notes, craft.

“You were almost as good as SQ!”

Got me singing Like XXXTENTACION;

“Like oh my god, shawty,

Oh my god, it’s going down!”

Fighting like a warrior,

Colors black and red.

Bleeding but laughing.

Wounded but walking.

Mad, I’m like Pepa Madrigal.

Brewing storms, losing my cool.

Like a tornado, I’m wrecking.

I’m the devil in her flesh.

She, that’s right.

Complicated?

An angel with broken wings.

Fading black— lost, shattered.

Putting them in their graves.

Black bands, knife at my thigh.

Blades on my back, cackling.

Licking blood like Cannibal.

Blades like Scissor-Hands.

Friendly like Icarus E.

Watching like SM.

SMILEEE!!

I bring the fog, three-headed dog.

Singing a Siren’s song, lurking.

I even got Percy bowing down.

On my throne, watching over.

Love the fear, thick like organs.

Thin blood, blades like lightning.

I bet you’re still wondering about that noise? That thump in the night? You swore you heard it. You even sat up and looked around.

Sorry. I was on the hunt.

Didn’t mean to spook you.

Seems that the flesh-eaters, finger-lickers, and the monsters of the world have to eat too!

Ah.

Oh well.

I’ll be back!

What’s that look for?

I can’t leave witnesses!

You know this, cutie!

Haha.

Run.