Creatures eat their sleep in the night,
They are full, yet deprived.
Hungry, and tired.
They ingest a poison, that swims, and dances through their veins.
The stars gaze upon their weary souls
Whispering promises from memories,
That feel so real once eyes are shut tight.
Ghosts dance, in the night
Familiar of a sinful taste.
Their bodies are fluid to the string songs of the cemetery.
Beauty dies in the dawn.
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