An itch. A twitch.
A web woven seam… a stitch.
their tips violet
Unspoken words, hearts turned violent.
Beware the darkness. The Monster Inside
Rearing their heads – unsuspected
The world continues – disconnected
Each step they glean. Eyes turned green
nervous… high strung
Waiting yet still unsung
And with each nibble… A Dribble
Mouths wide hanging agape,
nothing sates… the hunger does not abate
beckoning with cries…the light does not perforate
What darkness is this that would amalgamate
both the wages and the sins which they masquerade!
Beware the darkness. The Monster inside