The Sinister Grasp/by:Haunted Lunacy
The sinister grasp. /
Held hostage by my demons. /
For release I pray.
Sewn/by:Haunted Lunacy
Lips sewn tightly shut, / just one word can lose a heart, / whisper through the threads.
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