Hiding behind this mask
is the face of guilt and repentance
the eyes like innocent stars in a tearless
gloom of blanket, waiting, waiting to be
cut by your jagged weapon-
that weapon where I will rest my blood
as it is tainted with pure and sour tang of sin
ready to be kissed by my thin and pale lips,
as its skin slowly peels off.
Yes! The night and its singing lullaby
gently puts me into trance
loosing every inch of connection as it
touches my very soul-
my being.
The mask and the night-
both worlds meet
branching the meaning
of hiding behind...
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