Sunday, December 12, 2010


Night is descending
Something moves among trees
humming, hissing, and howling
just like an angry beast

It finds demons inside me
they are circling around me
their eyes impatient
waiting for their feast

In a moment of weakness
they will attack me
tear me apart
salty sweat and blood mist

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