Hideaway

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 
screams,
Not heard through the surrounding 
dreams.

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