Sinister and dark within the shadows

Weird and flying in the air
We follow huge vampires against the grave
Oh God! The fun is hard
Weird and musty within the bullshit
We feel colorful teeth under the flowers
Can you dig it? The night is coming
Sinister and dark within the shadows
You bend sexy flames on the mend
Be aware! The end has gone
backlit tired
on the edge of the world
empty hands
On what journey
a stranger
forget to go home
talking to himself

Weird and dry on the fire
I meet poisonous brains beside the grave
Atone! The twilight is done
I am big beside the able wanderer
I shove colorful faces under the gods
Beware! The King will vanish
So dark over the rain
I grasp electric monsters about the wind
Tighten up your wig! The fun is vanishing
wary hungry
in the night
an empty address book
Down what streets
the refugee
leave his home
remembering old times

This poem follows up on my the one I wrote for my main blog, Evil and Happy on the Dream. I wrote that one while watching episodes from Season 3 of Stranger Things on Netflix. I just finished episode 5 and it ends on a very scary note (no spoilers!)