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When Darkness falls at dusk

I sense the forces on my back

Shivers scurry in vines through my spine

Thoughts merge, head becomes numb, Body at rest



Spirits are gone to the other realm



Mysterious light silhouettes a creature

A creature that hides in the dark

It won’t show its face nor its wounds

Embarrassed on what it has done

Wish it only knew that no one is flawless



I feel so unwanted at its will

The truth is that

That it could slit my throat

With my last gasp of breath

I’d make an apology for I was infatuated with it