I see your dark stained traumas flickering elegantly against the blue flames which enhance your persona.
I inhale the smoke from the burning rocks which act as your cracked foundation.
It rests silently as your dishevelled mask melts into the coal
Your precious mask which you use to prevent your broken spirit from dying a thousand deaths.
I know you well my beautiful soul
I know how you use your broken shield to wipe away the fact that you're petrified
The fact your skin is blistering, the fact it burns just to balance the fact you won't let your vulnerability shine
But I feel your illusion and I feel your lies
As I've been playing this toxic game since a small child
-PureSwami
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Of Sins And Sorrows Part I
PoetryPart I of an original PXS trilogy. Books containing emotions of emptiness, loneliness, love, happiness, depression, addiction, abuse. Poems you can relate to or cry to. A book to draw us all together in pain love and happiness. These poems are stori...
