Behind the Black
The same presence in every dream. The lights upstairs are always off. The same force is always watching, smiling from the dark. No form or shape, just a smile. Sometimes smoky, blurred eyes. They are smiling too. It wants to watch me fail. Whether I cry in fear or smile in sin. It's just pleased in the pain behind out all.
To watch me burn in the end.
By Sara Yolanda Gauger
Posted on 08/28/12
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