The faceless man with crystal hands crept into my room last night. While shuffling his feet, so incomplete he gave himself quite a fright. Rock stars fell (never doing so well) into the savage garden below. And within my hands lies the face of a man I do not wish to know. He springs from within wearing a sinister grin and pounds on the door of my soul. I can feel his touch, burning too much as forces struggle for control. He doesn't speak, his eyes don't leak and he points to me like fear, While his crooked hands (with soft demand) draw all thats lost so near.
Reason for writing:
thank you for reading.
Birth sign: Pisces
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