
A man sits outside my window
A glossy face with stone dead eyes
He never really smiles and he never even smirks
He’s always there while i lay to rest
So polite to never really intrude
Just waiting on me to step outside.
He stays peaceful and sentiment he stands in his place.
A watchful eye marking my body
Tonight a man sits beside my bed
Glossy face and cold stone eyes
This time he smiles and holds my hand.
This time i go with him and my mind is left behind
About the Creator
Sid l.c
Writing the things i stay up all night thinking about. Just trying to figure things out.



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