I wonder through drunken alleyways
Misshapen, distorted
My moth eaten and wine soaked brain
I wonder through drunken alleyways
Paralleled by distorted shadows
Brought to life
In the absence of Sun, of moon.
Nightscapes, dreamscapes
Crossing into the waking world
With sharp claws, jagged teeth
Gnawing, gnashing
The thin veil of my sanity
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