Gargoyles (gaunt and gray) are no more painful
Than the ragged children who are haunting
All the evening streets, lace strewn and panting...
I used to feel their pain. It was awful.
I loved it when my life was soft and full
Of others' sobs and smiles and suffering...
Then the flash! I swallowed, understanding
What it meant to be in love. Then the lull,
And then the lullaby. Goodnight, Mister Shadows.
Sleep. Sleep tight. I'll follow.