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The Harsh Light of Night

The harsh cry of the gulls pierces the night;
They circle overhead like carrion feeders.
You are warm, though still, beside me
But no heart beats inside you.
Empty, dead. They sense it; I know it.
If I opened the window, they’d pick you apart.
Maybe I should let them do it;
Or maybe I could do it.
 
Shadows slither on the walls,
Cast by an unknown light outside.
Naked streetlamps below,
The icy stare of the moon.
Away up here we are sheltered and warm,
But slowly the demons of night invade.
They flock to your festering soul,
Coming to devour you whole.
 
It’s far too quiet to tell you I’m scared
And I wouldn’t know how to wake a dead man.
With you I am alone;
In your arms I was alone.
But in the dark I hear your breathing;
Your frozen heart still moves somehow.
Whilst mine is paralysed with fear
And this pain I cannot bear.
 
I saw the harsh indifference in your piercing eyes
As you fed on me like a ravenous vulture.
Now I am cold and still beside you,
Where you were warm, fulfilled, inside me.
You left me bleeding, broken whilst you now sleep;
When they open the window, they’ll pick me apart.
You were never in their sight;
It was I who died tonight.

(2014)

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