immortal Alexander

the goat man

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

END

the goat man

 

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