Skeleton fingers running across a piano.
We all look nice in a grave.
Tucked away, six feet under.
Locked away, inside our rib-cages.
Your hand's in a fist,
my mind's a wreck.
The darkness never scared me.
But the darkness in you does.
We've always been locked away.
But you threw out the key.
Brought to you by: "Werewolf Heart" by Dead Man's Bones
A writing exercise for writeworld.tumblr.com
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