in the night 

In the night, I rage

Fighting the demons that lie in wait behind peaceful dreamscapes 

They’ve nothing more to do than stare into the me…into the you

Gorging on grief 

They stare, and they think, and they know and they wait 

In the Darkness, I rage

The stench of sacrifice, rancid and dead, permeates my being 

As machine gun thoughts riddle my tired mind

They laugh at me 

Through visions of your smile…your touch

They mock and sneer

Making ready for the Taking

As though they’ve not yet taken quite enough

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