The minutes join and form hours

The evening sours

This swelling feeling seems fitting

For dark seductions

In a darkened room

Some loveless tomb

Adoring victim 

Who’s haunting who? 

I leave her in a guilty bed

To stalk a lover new

Rattlesnake rustling of leaves

In the trees

Under a full moon

Silent streets where tension is strung

Alleys alive with a song unsung

Over the edge and into my eyes

I’m at home here

For every home 

Has a shadow of fear

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