the mobster
<>it is hard
it is very hard to realize
that the stranger that i thought was coming for me
that sinsiter mister in the shadows
the fabricator of my teardrops
he who makes the fear drop so deep within my belly
was always here
the footsteps i have heard
the silhouettes the words
were always here with me
the chill in my splintered bones
that keep me frozen and alone
have always been inside of me
i am my own mobster
i wake with blood in my bed
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