Sustenance

I close my eyes

feel the soft sigh

the creak of a chair

as you sit at my bedside

laying silent vigil

upon the long dark night.

 

Morning comes

eyes half open

I watch you slip away

into the day

taking with you

the demons of my night

 

 The light is yours,

the dark I claim for myself.

And when they ask you,

tell them I am well

for I feed upon your soul

all through the night.

 

 

 

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