Late Nights

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I am a phantom,

A phantom that sits in the back

Of your car.

A creature that is considered

Weak.

I am merely a ghost

But will haunt your mind,

As I am a vampire.

A vampire that seeks out men,

Men who seek out

The weaker, feeble, delicate

Kinds.

By now, I guess you’re regretting

Driving along with me

In the backseat,

Turning on the radio,

Making the mistake

Of underestimating

And trusting

My cold eyes.

Trust me, my new friend…

I would rather be

Seated on a stone wall,

Swinging my legs that are carefully

Adorned with the newest boots,

Listening to eighties music.

But you…

You made the mistake.

You,

You strange mortal folk,

Believe that you can simply win over our kind…