He kept himself from demons and poison for way too long
Finally allowing himself to be in someone care
Perfect little imperfect thing he is
Got all the elements, but still not perfect
Stays in his glass only peek when the layers are shine
he ask himself as to what is true love
For that is what he gives
He got swept up in his own gullible mind
Thinking he have captured it
Not one mistake have he made
Give everything into it and all of him
Looses the world just to gain one
Never have he ever class himself with others
Cuz he know he is of great asset to many
But the one thing he wants to be value too
Playing with his heart like the soft touch of sandpaper
He fights off the urge to think such
But he is being given clarity that he means nothing
Two faces he hides behind
One that is love and one that have to hear about who is love
contemplating whether to reveal those faces
But he know it would only kill him
Not that he isn't already dieing
Having to talk as though he is the one and only one
That pain where you know but don't know
what words should he believe
Too what mask should be reveal
No can't he just walk away
The love is in the way
Body torture reduces the pain
Self starve tame the mind
Scars are being formed
So strong of a person he is that he never broke
As to what day would be the day he ask
Cuz he know he would not live to speak
The pain is so real
He himself can't come to speak
Over and over he ask what have he done
Hiding under his shell away from the demons
All wall drops just as all ice melt
But he ask himself was it for the right one
Being taken advantage of
Being made a fooled of
He thought he was more than that
Sad thing is he can't stop loving that one
Cuz he not sure if what is being clarify by the Same one
Only it's being known by different mask
He commit suicide but still has oxygen
Inside is dead but always seem to glow
He prefer get into a accident
End up in a coma than be treated this way
for the future would tell
But he is 100 steps ahead
While he prepare for his knowing bullet to his head
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