When I turn out the light, they come their voices like the rushing of water in the pipes their dance like the shuffling of bedclothes Everyday they stay waiting for the light to cease for only moonlight do they love The sound of a bird is the gadgets they use to study my clothes The steady hum of the fridge is them meditating waiting to take me away They're mother ship stands, ever waiting in the form of the house next door and the rustles and creaks are them ever watching me ever closing in the light of the Lava lamp is their eyes glowing, dancing on the walls always watching, always waiting They've always been there, and always will everywhere I go everything I do whenever the light goes out They come Ever waiting to take me away
Reason for writing:
My wild imagination
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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