| I see a chemical aura in my peripheral vision Like a statue from ancient Rome caught with infra red Maybe a premonition Or maybe somthing angelic proweling the backyards Searching for the skin of lovers An evil salivating in the wake of the moon I am perched high atop the roofs of mansions Wealthy people live the remainder of their lives here And then die in the same order as us all I am where a human form might go to commune with the stars And where a vacant shell might go to imagine the dead I know your out there somewhere Mixed with the city lights and bustle of the living Nestled calmly and firmly in the center of a hive I can imagine you staring back like the eyes of the dead Like the unchanging eyes of the night I am vanishing and I AM ALWAYS WATCHING YOU I am al ways watch ing you |
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