When The Sun Goes Down
by Jewls13
musings of a vamp. Put whatever face to the words you want.
I have your soul
you struggle against my
power
but do so in vain
I own
you
think you can win
good will always triumph
bad will be diminished to
dust
these are nothing but fairytales fed to
children
There are monsters in the
dark
boogymen that come to
eat
children, bad
good-no matter
in the end they all get it
they all become slaves
to the
master
so sleep children
sleep
in your peaceful houses
in your soft beds
for when the sun goes down
I go to work
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