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Nocturnes: Haunts
Sometimes they are born, and some few will die,
and, in between, they multiply,
with lust instead of love, and rage instead of brains.
They ride the carcasses of others' pains
like tourists on slow, sliding subway trains.
They listen but they do not hear;
they do not see but only stare.
Like spectres, sometimes they appear
to strike the human heart with fear.
The predatory mark they bear
looks quite---an awful lot---like Cain's.
