Lewis Carroll,
The numbers were driving him insane.

George Orwell,
His family didn't know yet.

Mark Twain,
His childhood on the rivers.

Even Lord Voldemort,
With a past to disguise.

A pseudonym is a weapon like no other.

Do you think you could hide?
If I took that one step closer,
forced myself into your mind.
Stole your thoughts one at a time
and captured your soul to be mine.
If I crossed that line
and took everything I could find.
Would you have anything left behind?

There's something addicting
About a sharp
And beautiful mind
Full of a clean kindness
Fighting hidden demons inside

i hide  my heart
into deeping, deeping chest
but he always makes a stake

asking for your sake
will be mercy
and showing your smart in away

making him be patient
for you  to be absent
from only his eyes

but her mind is full of thought
and always remind your face