"Dark Voyeur In The Mirror"
Does our reflected image in a mirror, vanish when the lights are out?
Or does it remain like some silent shadow voyeur to watch us in the darkness of the night?
Does it morph and change to a strange beast; released to roam our home?
Filled with demented lust, incubus/ succubus to be dread, or demonic lover to welcome to our bed?
Dark entity, devil's spawn; unseen phantasms. Come to me quietly, and bring unholy organisms.
And with the sun, the deed is done. Darkness no more, but as I wake does that still make, me the devil's whore?
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