It is
and it's always lurking --
at the edges of an afternoon with friends,
in the corners of a laugh.
It is oily and sinister, and above all it is covert,
A silent, creeping shadow
Waiting patiently at the edges of an orange cylinder
For its chance to sneak in, unseen
Until the damage has been done.
at the edges of an afternoon with friends,
in the corners of a laugh.
It is oily and sinister, and above all it is covert,
A silent, creeping shadow
Waiting patiently at the edges of an orange cylinder
For its chance to sneak in, unseen
Until the damage has been done.