Switching masks,
Till I don't know who am looking at in the mirror anymore.
Ripped so many faces of their skulls,
And now their ghosts are my happiest nightmares,
The skeletons in my closet are my alarms,
Guess that's why am awake as the devil.
Rolling my eyes inwards only to find Hades blushing at me.
My head is filled with darkness,
But I speak the language of light.
Hungry for death,
But hell lives in my veins,
Demon blood flowing through the cracks in my smile,
Curving down my lips,
Then moonwalking into my eyes.
It's a vicious battle of me I myself and the other devious creatures in my head,
And my inner walls are bleeding from all the missed arrows.
It's live a word war,
And I can scream no more.
Welcome to my world.
I swear death will be your most pitiful forgiveness.
_kid008_
Elliepoet™
Depression does reach its extremes...
