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Jun 2013
They're lurking in the darkened depths
In the spaces you don't check
The alleyways that seem so empty
Corners you so often neglect.
And you've never really heard them
All they do is and whisper and cry
Around the street lamps, in the kitchen,
You can't see them with the naked eye.
So here they are, these creatures,
Please don't ever call them close
Turn around to finally catch them
And you miss them by their nose.
Get up every single morn'
Away from the lurching, dark night
As they retreat to corners somewhere else
Fast with the approaching sunlight.
As you mope about your useless day
You hear the voices coming again
Can you get away like they can?
They're stepping closer every time
Coming nearer with every call
They're looking every second for you
Coming closer with every near-fall.
They're ghosts and ghouls in hiding
Here to make your soul finally hear.

And now, my friends, I'll tell you
How these creatures have gotten to be
And I'll tell you now my secret
This game you played with me.
They made me spread the word to you
That their existence should not be overlooked
They wanted to make their presence known
But I needed to keep you at the books.
Just take my words and read them,
The beginning word of every line

There's my message, take it to heart
Get away before they have your soul, like mine.
Kirsten Lovely
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