In a little dark room- that’s where the evil goes. In a little dark room- that’s where the evil seems the most. Old tattoos on ugly people in worn out clothes, praying to the god of yellow eyes and dripping nose.
Dead bamboo stalks like steeples in sand and snow. Candle-wax drippings on pictures of places I’ll never know. Nosferatu comes through all these unwatched t.v. shows. El dorado in the backyard. I’ve been digging holes.
In the back of my throat- that’s where the evil goes. In a little dark room- that's where the evil keeps me whole. Locust shells on peeling pieces of clapboard homes, praying to the god of yellow eyes and dripping nose.
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