under the bed

we are Vortex Harrow an deathcore ai band WE DO NOT CONDONE TO MAKE MONEY FROM THIS . THIS IS ONLY A PROJECT FOR FUN The room goes still when the shadows bend, A whisper crawls where the walls descend. Footsteps echo in the places light won’t tread, A childhood terror I thought was dead. He knows the cracks in my voice, He feeds on every trembling choice. I shut my eyes but he still sees— He’s in the dark between my memories. He’s the fear you never outgrow, The shape in the doorway you swear you know. You can lock the doors, but he’s already inside— The Boogeyman waits where the daylight dies. You can’t kill what you can’t define— (you can’t kill!) He’s the shadow stitched to your spine.(the shadow) Every scream just feeds his name— A quiet terror wrapped in flame Cold breath drips from the underside, He moves like a secret I tried to hide. A silhouette stitched from the things I dread, A ghost that lives beneath my bed. You can’t kill what you can’t define— (you can’t kill!) He’s the shadow stitched to your spine.(the shadow) Every scream just feeds his name— A quiet terror wrapped in flame. He’s the fear you never outgrow, The shape in the doorway you swear you know. You can lock the doors, but he’s already inside— The Boogeyman waits where the daylight dies. So dim the lights and hold your breath, He’s the lullaby that sings of death. In every corner, every space— He’s always there. He knows your face.