breaking the chain
that’s just plain wrong
these dreams I’m witnessing
they do not belong to me
last I checked I’m not working
for any damn fool
and so here I find myself
playing detective again
night after bloody night
solving the whys & wherefores
of vampires & werewolves
working backwards
from the end to the beginning
everyone in this world
seems to know my name
repeating ad nauseum
you’re not welcome here
the feeling is more than mutual
I whisper beneath my breath
returning to a specific point
and standing tall
october two thousand twenty
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