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For the Blank Faced Sentimentals

For the Blank Faced Sentimentals,
That exist and lay low within each conscience.
Tell me, what it's like to live free,
away from the downpour that drowns erratic spirits like me.

I'm here to meet your presence, in the middle of an untimely cascade of night,
while I come to you unmannerly as a lone emissary of things that lose light.
With nothing in hand and only an inverted moon on my face shaped from disarray,
Tell me you won't judge this smile of mine today?
Watch it freeze and lose motion so fast,
Watch it grow cold and sharp like an icicle.
Watch it stop insulating feelings that were meant to last.
Watch it cut my tongue as ice sharpens like death's sickle.

You'll find yourself in front of me surrounded by my shadow,
Watching me bleed black from beautiful words that don't matter.
I want you to suffocate, as you empathise with underlying sorrow,
from emotions that rip apart and unanimously scatter.

The fakeness of your blank face is laughing at my dark display,
Your eyes looking over me like a superior entity.
Now that we're face to face in secrecy,
Can you finally understand me?

I purge out your heart and my smile becomes an eclipse.
For yours and mine are no different.
You are my ego, filled with fury of the others that broke your confidence,
but in turn had no sight of temperance.
You look at my misfortunes so readily,
But in turn you're just a mask cracking steadily.

I want you to understand something. I want you to understand that hearts can be mended. And I will take all from you. Even if my pride is no longer defended.

I'm here to rip you out like every other time I returned to this lifeless abyss you lurk in. Have you got any objections? As all you do is surge through my brain like melancholic infections. You will return i'm sure of it, but for now, rest well, my hated friend. This scenario will not be the end.

The sun had set when you took over my conscience. And when the sun rises. i'll be back to my senses.

For the Blank Faced Sentimentals are...