11 October 2012
#nightdwellers (this is for you Brits. It's mid afternoon over here)
Woke one night, with a pain, Hair was soaked, pillow stain. There was nothing I could hear, A human shadow did appear.
Slowly crept out of bed, Stunned I stood, as I bled. Could not hear the dripping sound, As my blood, soaked the ground.
Could not move, I was engrossed, As I stared at the ghost. He was missing his right ear, The ghost was me, it was clear.
Figure In The Mirror. • Opuss № I