I know these things
These horrible things
These things that I’ve heard
These whispers of words
The deeds that were done
The web that was spun
No where to hide
And no where to run
Speak of these now
And your world comes undone
These things
As it seems
From the pit
Of your twisted
Dark dreams
But I
You see
Hear their silent screams
They cry
They Plea
They long to be free
Don’t worry my dear
They won’t be by me
© 2008 ReddropX
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