Muscle tight,
Skin deep,
Not the same,
But different.
Disaster hall,
Not what it seems,
Beached whales,
And their washed up dreams.
Wicked worlds,
Clash like thunder,
Reuniting for one,
And one heart after.
Open the wounds,
With words alone,
Maybe this time,
We might be able to feel something.
Hay's Corner 