I am that...

I am just that Neanderthal that comes
Running when you are all fear scared.
I am that Neanderthal that surived
In a hypocanthus I am ensnared.
In all the hirsute Gods and Goddess’s
For I’m residing in those course hairs

I am just that Neanderthal that comes
When your hypoxic short of a breath
Hypoxanthine can be returned to feeling
Like sharpness grating on your breast
I am just that Neanderthal that survives
surrounding darkness that’s all seeing.
My kind will be forever waiting there


I am just that Neanderthal that comes
To scare you when you are asleep
I am just that Neanderthal that strives
To turn sweet dreams into long nightmares
your soul I forever keep, to prepared to pare
Away the bodies meat, to feast on marrow bone
I am just that Neanderthal that comes
Calling when your all alone, and prone