Let's be black-haired twins again
and do that shaded eye look thing
Scream with the emo-grunge crowd
and taste his vodka bottled

Darkness belongs all to us, & not ever to God,
but he shod us with darkness, to prod our nod.
We must agree with God,

How delicately

You tiptoe

Around my terror, Fairy presence.

How kindly

You indulge me,

Collude I know not your existence

Heavy dusty velvet

folded on the leather chair

Over the tears the cat scratched in

The scratches are still there

Just like

 Vampires in the Night

We creep in places dim and dark.

In every alley, every park.

We hide in shadows of the night.