“Now it’s dark…”

"What are you doing in my closet, Jeffrey Beaumont?"

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

"Hold me. I'm falling! I'm falling! Hold me!"

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~ by benjaminlouche on February 21, 2014.

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