I'm No Good

I don't have to rhyme, that's not my bag.

I don't have to have rhythm or turn of a phrase.

I am raw skin rubbed too long against something unyielding.

I am the unyielding.

I am the forbidden, the whispers at midnight-

the taboo, the outcast, the lone rider.

I slide through the shadows on sure foot-

stomping but never to touch the ground.

I am ephemeral, eternal, infernal.

I go bump in the night.

I will be your end with consequentially

will be my new beginning.