He’s bad.
So I keep him in the back.
In the dark passages of my brain.
He’s bad.
So it’s black where he lives.
Black and dirty and I don’t like it there.
So I don’t go there.
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Sometimes George comes out.
To visit.
He’s bad so he doesn’t like the light.
So he doesn’t stay long.
He fantasizes about the dark
out here.
He likes to cut people.
It doesn’t matter how.
He likes to hurt people.