Written by: Cheyenne Tailleur

So, this is your hideaway?
Is this where you bury the men you 
have slain?
Screams can't be heard,
And no one can hear a word.

The silence,
Sweet, sweet silence.
No one can hear the piercing 
Not heard through the surrounding 

The blood stains on the floor,
The holes in the ground,
Drag marks out of the door,
Betrayers never to be found.