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Homeless


The sun

Only as light

As people make it

Red eyes

And blackened nose

Scavenging for forgotten scraps

No where

To sleep forever

Moves like the wind

Never forget

Who denied us

Left us for dead

I’ll eat

And won’t stop

I’m sure you understand

What’s mine

You stay away

Or you’ll regret it

That body

That decaying body’s

Flesh is still ripe

Don’t understand

What has happened

Been rotting out here

My skin

Tickles and itches

It tends to flake

It burns

The son’s light

I can’t bear it

The darkness

Of the night

Calls me from bed

I’ll watch

And I’ll wait

My opportunity to strike

One live

Is a luxury

Especially when they squirm

Red eyes

Will be watching

Your every single move

Don’t turn

Your fleshy back

Or we’ll get you

 
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