The Night Walker

I roll in my coffin

Choke on the dust

My sheet is twisted

Rising with me

Into the crisp evening

Damp sidewalks breathing sweet evaporation

Make each step

Sweet Eden

Swallowing every pallid sigh

Dead and musty

In night smells

Of green and black

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