The Others
When you leave your bed in the morning
Be sure to smooth out the line
Your body left behind
For there are others who wait
To steal the warmth from your soul
Should they manage to occupy
The space you vacated
Your soul turns cold, a shard of ice
Stealing the warmth from your heart
Turning your footsteps from the path
You were meant to tread
Strange winds blow through your life
While others slowly take form
Until there is another lying
In the line where you once slept…
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