soiled and distorted;

i can see the demons lurking,

a glint far back in the ever shifting shadows

of your fever-bright eyes.

dancing in an alley; a disjointed puppet,

words spilling from your lips as you fall.

you are unaware that you are hunted;

that you are haunted, they will watch you from within

every single moment of your life.

easy prey, they rejoice in your weaknesses;

growing fat as they feed on your mind and your soul,

they will not withdraw until you are nothing but a dried husk,

a shivering pile of rags; broken and empty and alone.