Socks010

Shadows slither, silent shapes are Evil souls beating your heart Da-dum, da-dum The heart that keeps us alive, Your heart; the one that is taunted and haunted, Haunted by the devil, your angel when you only want to die His laugh the sweet sounds of freedom ring in your ear, Filling that hollow cavity, that lifeless mold. Cry when no one is near, but only to flush your soul Tears streak shapes of ever cleansing hope, Washing you, renewing you, healing you from within Though still inside this mold, Shadows slithering trying to break free, Like the fear protruded from a dead-pan crowd, Their eyes motionless and their faces expressi