Decaying Souls

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We've all been asked to portrait pain with a smile

A mask like no other

A mask that penetrates happiness

A feeling that hasn't existed within my heart

A feeling that seems but a myth to my thoughts

To be added to more lies

The lies that have given birth to stories

Stories so shrivelled and cruel

Stories so ravishing only to the blind eye

The blind eyes that believe these dreadful lies

They have been blinded by a picture of what happiness is

And what it may be,

Oh how these happy faces have belonged to no other than to the cruel mistresses of my fathers

Who have enjoyed my pain and suffering

Who have demanded me to feel my anguish

To lather in my unheard screams

They have been the crows that have never been scared

The crows that feed on my decaying soul

These mistresses have hidden me behind smiling masks

To portrait what happiness is,
A lie.

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