A face to hide/By: Haunted Lunacy
I never met a man who didn't have another face to hide.
Deep down in the darkness with a knife clinched in its teeth.
Rain(a poem for Becca)/by:haunted lunacy
Silent words whispered beneath the sounds of the pouring rain .Hushed tones of forgotten love. A cold embrace to calm the pain, as our souls are cleansed by the water above. Chaos screams behind my eyes, As you take my hand and calm the cries. My demons are silent, they have no say . When washed by the rain that is Becca hay.
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