CountDrunku

Hides behind a smile The one in denile. Making people laugh and cry Only to have tears in the eye. Carefully plan the future Secretly forming a creature. Alone during the night. Sadness grips, closes tight. Fears rejection, a circle so vicious. Creature cries out, delicious. Continues with a charade of everything okay Happiness will slowly, slowly decay. Battered, bruised left on the floor The creature in delight wants more.