Have you ever felt the uneasy atmosphere when a thief is present? It’s inexplicable.
“Stood pooled in porch light
Cut my shadow off with a dull knife
Whispered in its ear, then sent it off into the night
Set the trap for the mice, the rats
Whatever’s in the pipes
Corner of your eye, the edge of the white
That’s where I live, I’m set for life“
billy woods | “houthi”