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"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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