fever is an asshole
feverrile@geocities.com those who live at night
can speak the language of the rats
enjoy illumination slight
in refuge from the suns harsh light,
come streaming through the slats.
those who wake in shade
can feel the dew upon their chin
partake in noblest parade
beneath the moon whose gentle aid
invites themdearly in.
Y
OU
ARE
A WHORE
Those who prowl and creep
are monarch in their dark domain
the nights calm air dispels days pain caresses them with midnight rain.
The dumb and silent sleep.
ansi by fever
lit by cthulu
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feverrile@geocities.com
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