The Dark Mind Poem by James McLain

light's up only at night.
It sleeps unlike most during the day.
When the rest are up and about.
Hence most won't admit
to what I would do to you.
That leaves the few to admire,
like I would admit only to you.
I am worse than paralysis,
the asexual sucubus that hides under your bed.
Waiting for you.
Rapidly breathing.
Swelling with my tounge inside of you.
If the unwritten word's,
you hear me speak only to you.
Up your spine into your ear, deathly silent.
The dark mind thinks of like minds.
Hence their ment spoken to you.
Are you a sick child or full grown women.
Each death on the news could be you.
Railroad tracks, light skinned arms.
Headless a torso black legs.
Holes in your neck,
The dark mind is like you criminally insane.
where ever you go I am there.