We are shadow beings
Mute witnesses to the pain
Dormant and unborn
Existing just outside your veins
A broken recollection
Forever misaligned
A crackling poor connection
from the corner of your mind
We’re the tiny primal platelets
That dance inside your blood
The prickly hairs
that stand up straight
The sound inside the thud
We’re the truer self
that you deny
trapped beneath your skin
your dark and dirty
devilish self
dripping wet with sin
We’re lighter than an eye lash
less visible than God
We’re the sexy ghosts that
dirty dance
upon your soul’s facade
And when your dead and buried
Decomposing in the dirt
We burrow through your belly
And steal the buttons from your shirt
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