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Vampire Clouds
As you sleep
And the dreams
You gently collect
Turn sour in seconds
They come,

Like a string
Pulled at the base
Of your
Favourite jumper,
Things unravel,

Flights
Through the sky
Drop into buildings,
Flames wake you,
Whispers settle.

The teeth
Of ‘something’s not right’
Plant rashes
On your skin,
You are gone now,

You are taken
By indecision,
Sucked dry of all hope,
All it took
Where a few bad decisions

And now
Everything is dark,
Even the love
You handed to strangers
Is forgotten,

You are twisted
Like gutters in storms,
Chosen
For words of advice,
Broken by myths.