From behind locked doors.
Can we disappear?
Friday, September 24, 2010
Evil.
It's like evil.
Can't be seen, heard, smelt.
Can't be touched, killed or felt.
I'm like evil.
Can't be seen. Can't be seen.
But I'm always
there.
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