The goat man travels
In the shadows of our broken lives
In the places we dare not look
The goat man travels
While we sleep he feeds on our nightmares
Our dreams
Our Desires
The goat man travels
When we are alone
When we feel no one is watching
When we are most wicked
He watches
He observes
He smiles
The goat man travels
Through the inner workings of our soul
Through the cracks in our fractured being
Through the world unnoticed
The goat man travels
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Clearly I have to stalk your blog because I had no idea you did poetry as well. I like this, but the goat man can stay far away thank you very much lol.:)
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