The Dark
I have trouble
With the dark.
It always happens
This way,
When I have
Mirrors for eyes
That notice
The victem's flesh,
When their souls
Are underneath
My shoes.
But I can still sleep,
I can still sleep
With the atrocities
Burning in my dreams,
Burning outside my window
In night's street.
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