The Collector


You’re there,
Behind every door,
Lurking in every corner…
Pathetic attempts
to conceal your presence,
But I know…
Before I see,
I feel…
Before I find,
You fail.
Caught in your clutch,
A silly, stupid girl;
Trapped in your collection
of tortured faces,
Haunted gazes,
Tired souls,
and willing victims
of your empty promises.
No one is special
to The Collector…
He takes,
He pries,
He weakens,
He lies…
Feeding on their darkness,
The Collector.

Y.E.S 2013


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