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Come inside, It's cold out there, Why aren't you home, Because you home is nowhere. You can stay with me, Until tomorrow, Here's the guest room, And some clothes to borrow.
#nightdwellers I could feel him hunting me, drifting behind in the devil's darkness. His breath was shallow, excited yet muted. My heels clicked on cobbled ground, I relished the sound.
I walk amid the lamplight. Of these quiet city streets. I'll politely tip my hat. To strangers that I meet. But I only search for food. The liquid that I need. To purge the darkest lust.
They feast on weak minds, lurking in the shadows, waiting to overthrow them. They emerge from the darkness and infest the brain, poisoning it with black thoughts.
I can hardly believe its come to hiding in alcoves as I wait for my prince charming to come, but as the figure approaches, I realize I'm on my own.
[One last poem before bed. Sleep tight Opuss - Tomorrow I'll be going all Shakespeare on your ass...that and a minimalist piece about missing children.