iii. monster
i see you late at night
when anybody worth remembering
walks the streets
and nobody seems to notice
how the shadows conceal your face
like armor
and i know you don't feel at this time,
because your eyes are always
cold (so damn cold)
but the bruises on your hands
don't lie.
YOU ARE READING
jean chains
Poetry"you were different." © 2014 StealTheWorld - All rights reserved.
