Be without ShowingBut who could forget the moistened sunsetthat cried in quiet jest?And who could disguise weary eyesfrom the silent ears of the deaf?Below the roads are forgotten soulsthat wander between your toes.They create a path of undressed starswho may just carry you home.Danni Shez
Bad Daywicked vehemenceI shalt deceive thine torment& damn gracefarewell saucy deathI am a ghost myself
Sta.sh
