I went home alone tonight.
After a few drinks.
Lamp posts guiding my way
Leaving the darkness to my imagination.
I pass this way often.
I pass this way usually alone.
I’ve grown used to the company of fear.
Everytime the light hits
I want to see shadows.
I’d be fearless to look back
Knowing that it might be the ghost
Trying to catch up.
Fearless. For Lana taught me
That even the most horrifying demon
might have a sad story to tell.
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