I’ve gotten to the point where I feel comfy enough to share more of my Pur-etry with my T-fam here. So this one is called “Bench”
I scare away those that go bump in the night like a tunnel I constrictand kill off the light, and woe be to travellers above and below, who happen upon the gaze of my shadow, no regard have I now of material things tempt me not with your diomonds tempt me not with oyur rings, leave me to lay here alone I must be call it a dungeon but fuck it suits me, through sweat I gain strength through torture gain pride come ye no closer for I will skin thy hide, my tools are my foes towards me they doth fight as I push away those, that go bump in the night
"MB Eric: done...never"
-Eric