Batman Beta: enviousxbeauty
Disclaimer: I don't own them. For saftey reasons. (Their saftey, mainly)
Telling the Truth Without Torture
Dead men told tales
Under my knife,
I whittled away
Secrets of their life.
Crumbling façade
As they fell apart.
I could carve away
To reveal their heart.
But you're different,
You're special Sam.
You won't talk even
With a knife in my hand.
Hazel eyes guided me home-
But now they only glare.
They condemn me with silence,
In response to an icy stare.
I need to know secrets-
I need to know that we
Can talk again without
Destroying our fragile family.
You cannot run forever.
You cannot escape me.
I'll find out, four months
Ago what else you buried.