Comments about scott matthews
Who Was He
In hte dark i hear a scream,
For an instant a flash of light,
in hte light i heard laughter.
But now again in the dark I'm surprised,
for as i sit on the ground with no sight,
i see a man, his face is kind but scar'd,
The scars from lies treachery and deceit,
His hands are soft upon my shoulder,
but they seem at ease for such powerfull things,
he kneels beside me to look in my eyes,
behind brown eyes i see his past,
complex and quick his childhood was,
simple and slow his movements are,
then again im all alone to hear a scream.