A Sadist's Undoing
Behind closed doors and tight lips,
there remain words trying to escape.
Behind locked rooms and sealed hearts,
there lies a secret wishing to break shape.
Behind broken homes and unfulfilled promises,
there hides a soul with a hollow.
Behind shattered jars and deceitful smiles,
there lurks a shadow that could wallow.
Behind empty pots and bruised faces,
there waits a rebel like a storm brewing.
Behind windowless houses and cracked spirits,
there awaits a sadist’s undoing.
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