It's those fleeting moments before death's embrace,
It's when your heart and soul truly begins to race,
Skipping beats and releasing the weights,
We all want to be in that pace,
Why you ask?
We all hide under a mask never revealing our true face,
The face of sorrow, loathing, anger and rage,
All we want is to be free from life acting as a cage.
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PoetryThere are numerous stories hidden 'neath our consciousness, beneath the superficial.. and with that said, allow me to introduce you to my mental world...
