Tuesday, July 12, 2016


there is a shadow
inside a shadow
at the edge of consciousness
hovering apparition
staring malevolently
with tired eyes
whispered words
that don't rhyme
praying hands
there it stands
still looking at me
eating its way through
and we play
we play this
every night
till it's time to go again
till it's 5 fucking 30 AM

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