He hides behind your lies.
He plays behind your shades.
He smiles behind your bile.
He lurks behind your perks.
He kills behind your skills.
He laughs behind your throat.
He touches behind your heart.
He is not the devil, nor is he an animal.
He is just the soul, inhabiting your body.
He; is merely you.
YOU ARE READING
The Living Broken (Poetry)
PoetryPoems written by a living soul with a broken heart.
