Hidden Desire

Illusion of disarray Distorts the quality Haunting whispers sound Reflecting the inner being That lurks beneath the surface With few restraints   Gleaming desires barely hidden within Extreme after extreme does nothing As nature does not change Caged, leashed holds not upon the animal Greedy, conniving, wicked passion Tearing the heart out -Kel Dayheart


A cruel fate, to die While still breathing But I'll keep Shuffling along In a zombie pace Imitating life -Kel Dayheart

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