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The Red Glaze

Rise with night,
In the dark,
I can see.

Is that you?

Your rosey lips,
So pale now,
like ice.

Its so cold?

Eyes so red,
The bloodlust is there,
Staring at me.

Why must it be?

The fear is true,
Swiveling through dusk,
Trying to get me.

And only me?

Just like a p***k,
Life drains away,
And another fed.

Where did it go?

I hear a laugh,
A brittle sound,
A broken record.

I hear that sound?

I see the haze,
Over the ashfault,
Flee the light.

Where am I now?

My ragged breathing,
The only sound,
I feel myself slip.

Do I see?

Looking over the cliff,
My balance hangs,
The Red Glaze.

And I fall.