A HUMMMMM - It's them Come to my window at 2 a.m. My will broken The window open And they come in Intricate tools/unearthly metal Blood-red light Soaked sheets/cold instruments My body frozen and stiff Blindind, bloody illumination Chilling blackness Experimentation Morning comes, I lie awake WHAT HAS HAPPENED FOR GOD'S SAKE? A chill not chased by morning's light Recalls pictures or last night A message inscribed inside my head: Space People come when I'm in bed
Reason for writing:
I like Sci-Fi so much, I thought I'd try it...
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