Sam Luw

he hides behind the shadows of vacant streets
yet he sits beside you and begin to speak
riddles filled talk yet it pleases who hears
it dissovles with desire and tends to make one meek
power is his language
you can get up now and go back to sleep
but he lites his matches
onto ur lips sealed
his eyes say something
but you can eloprate its you he's taking heed
now he left and he's gone
your there and your all alone
but his words echos over the noise coming from the street
have you been born or did you just turn to stone
what did he say his name was?