I’ve always been somewhat like a gremlin:
Don’t feed me (or give me alcohol) after midnight
Or I turn into a monster.
So be it if it is, I am me, and seldom do I share drinks with another.
To myself I am ice,
and everything and everyone I wish to draw near
would turn away if they touched me.
To the world I am a flame:
Enticing, a beacon, seductive...
Destructive and the maker of ash.
Nonetheless, I cannot escape my inner Crow,
and I fly around wildly,
squawking, sailing, viciously pecking
and always,
always
watching.
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