Bleak Mind View

If

If need be
I will tell you a lie

The truth may also be relevant
However this lowly place may not allow

A man behind a mask is not
Nothing but your perception of said man

Seated across an empty space
Heels on iron
Dry lips
Heavy heart
Look beyond the reflection

Happiness fills me
Hands are frostbitten
The floor is moist

What is outside the box,
That should be thought about,
When the box bears no identity?

Slow is the rise
Rapid become my thoughts

As I scribble across this page
I cannot contain the words
As the lines grow closer
And the world moves slower

Kindness I bleed
Memories I bury
Pain I inhale
Anger I control

Let us feast on this time
Waste away like the carcasses we are

Feel this
Do not read this.