I see her in hooded head
Walking by in the night
The dusked shadows dewy in thought
Rumors fill my inquirious desires
As she transcends the vacuous light
Dare not I to ask where you go
She fills me full of fright
But alluring to me like catalepsy
Mewing the cats-eye of my discontent
Then around upon the angled corner
My phantasmagoria bent
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
I see her in hooded head
Walking by in the night
The dusked shadows dewy in thought
Rumors fill my inquirious desires
As she transcends the vacuous light
Dare not I to ask where you go
She fills me full of fright
But alluring to me like catalepsy
Mewing the cats-eye of my discontent
Then around upon the angled corner
My phantasmagoria bent
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