My friend feeds on anything thrown To her by me, on my own Be it my feelings or my mind She consumes it all as her own She waits for me in her dark room Away from all, away from sun She creeps out, in pitch black nights And stays up till, the dawn breaks east She sees me all day, all night Nothing speaks than her silent stare She watches over all with her Vicious eyes Hungry and sharp, that's how she is. He shook his head When I told this tale It's made up, it's in your head It can't be real, he said it all I'm not insane, I said again Prove it to me, he sneered at me Of course I took him to her dark room And threw him in to meet my friend. Here I am, pouring some wine For my dinner alone tonight Too glad I could be on my own As for him, I told you before: My friend feeds on anything thrown To her by me, on my own Be it my feelings or even f...