I am a rotten facade of hundred fools,
who wore another mask in attempt to deceive my heart.
But lies could no longer knock down the walls,
my emotions have spent time building on and on.
The shadows would only grow, and gently incline its weight upon my back
and slowly consuming my entirety.
I could no more deceive the demons and the monsters creating endless havoc in my ravaged mind.
That they captured me whole and gave me different masks.
Then I shall deceive.
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PoetryOnly the stars can witness how my sanity collapse, only the oceans running waves across my flesh can watch how slowly, in certainty, how I fall apart.
