The
The savages
live under the bridge
The trolls have moved under the stairs
dust bunnies in an old pushcart

Dark
lost in dreaming
wild eyes
tearing skin
from bone
falling short
of finding morning
and it's blinding reality.
We are the savages
of midnight
the ones
yes the ones
wild dark passages
like lines
in some forbidden text
we are sipping
the dregs and wine
of night
pushing away tomorrow
wanting only
our savagery to remain.
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yeap
i ve see ye runnin aboot
half clad in the moonlight dude
like some drunken savage
and i gots sumthin
to tells you

ye ll
be a trippin dreamy eyed
down the stairs one mornin
when i ll maybe grab ye
by yore ankle bones
wit me big ole hands
and i ll snatch ye forthright
outa yore dreamy haze
into my reality
i ll swing you two handed
like a club agin the heads
of them vile savages what
are lodging unnerneath my bridge span
and upon their eviction
providin i ain t cracked yore noggin
and spoiled its contents
i ll serve ye up some
rabbit stew
hasenpfeffer
for the hungry soul

an
if yer wondrin

~iamTroll