Everyday I feel my skin on my body being worn like a mask around the ones I love. Living every moment wanting to scratch it off and let the liquid of the flesh seep out and watch it wash away, to watch the mask of who I pretended to be go away just as easily as it starts, to start my life a new in a mental utopia and live who, and as what I always have been... Myself.
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Madness
PoetryThis is a poetry book. Read the following if you want to feel your insides be reformed like a decapitated Phoenix on the rim of a race for the preservation of human civilization. If you would like me to write a poem about something please leave a co...
