Darkness is as darkness does
I breathe the darkness in
and taste the last memory of you
There's no light on in your window
and your shitty car
is nowhere to be found
your street is empty
my vagabond spirit
paces on your moon-drenched porch
I am frantic and jealous
watching myself
as if from a distance
My hands are brutish and mean
my breath comes in spurts
I search for a corridor
which does not exist
Where the fuck are you?
why are you drowning me in your wake?
why are the rules
always so unfairly stacked against me?
The night is a force
the moon is strength
ideas are strong
but they will bend
to the rage in my blood
the beast behind my eyes
and to the hollow feeling of loss
that makes me crave
such innocent blood.
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