As the clock struck midnight in the musty old place
She pulled the cover up over her face
Somehow she knew if she looked into the night
She would see faces in the absence of light
These faces were real, but only to her
It was only in darkness this would occur
Oft the faces would evoke terror and fright
Then she would discover their truth in daylight
The faces were hers, distorted through the years
Remnants of her past throughout all the tears
She knew someday she would have to look deep inside
And find the happiness from which she did hide
(c by Regina, 2006)
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