A Man Walking around the Night

Wind’s coming into the house of ear with unspoken rythm; children yelled out, spoon chinked on breakfast table, chirping door.

Every silence truly speaks up the words hidden beyond secret

This road is the old arm embracing lost steps; like mother’s. Simple and hard to forget

But you… noir in scarying masterpiece

Mortal disaster in museum people never visit, not me…

Mouth ate enough pain in this house

Wish closed the door, stopping anybody coming inside, but not you…

Troath got moistened blood… vomid of scar

Alive pain in this house…

And I? watchman breeding the time and bearing the memory

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