do not praise me
on this bright day
the night is coming
as dark as my other self
starless skies
stormy winds and
raging seas.
do not as yet tell me
about a pleasant self
a gorgeous mind
a history that you can
be proud of
the night is coming
creepy as the other side of
me, scheming and vile,
open for the kill as the
prey passes by....
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