He stood against the brick
In the shadows
Lurking like a rebel
As he takes another drag
And releases an ominous grey
The good girls all look over and sigh
His smirk wraps around it
And hides the mess inside
What lingers under the surface
The shadows hide his pale complexion,
The bags carved darkly under his eyes,
And the waning, disappearing figure
They hide the hunger growing
Deep in his bones
And shine behind his dark eyes
He can barely wait
To tear them apart
-Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 
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