“Now it’s dark…”
Behind every pair of eyes,
Behind closed doors, there lies the prize
of anyone who seeks the real world, gone to ground
O she may smile and she may sing,
But in her heart, and here’s the thing,
She may be screaming and yet making not a sound
For dark forces may be on her,
And may be seen by the voyeur
who’s brave enough to cross the line, to walk the gloam
For pain it hides in plainest sight,
Beware its secrets, fear its bite,
As you trade places and can never go back home…
© MB 2014
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