He stood in the shadows
Where I could not see him
But I felt him, I knew he was there

No matter where I went
He was there
Masked by smoke
He followed me

He moved his lips
Mimicking my words
It was eerie…yet serene in a sick twisted way

Tonight’s twisted torment
Beckons boys benevolence
Captured careless carcasses
Seizing senseless sins

Sweeping winds carry my thoughts away
Yet within the shadows
He lingered
Languished lullabies
Told of my life
My lies…he whispered aloud

08/26/2004

Posted on 01/27/2005
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