The Face Beneath the Mask Idil B
Done for You The daggers fly like shards of broken glass, ripping into trembling souls; The never sleeping blood shot eyes search, for flaws in society’s, cracked mask; Laughing echoes in the halls as my liquid strength runs; from the cracks in my skin. Warm blood pours from mouths, drowning out the sobs and screams; Hearts with pulses of molasses locked up; into tiny metal cages The clawed metal bars shred into memories with anguished cries. Band-Aids being ripped off, of bludgeoned dreams, revealing raw scars and cuts, gushing; bloody waterfalls. A single skeletal finger paints, with a razor on his canvas; of dead bodies. A jar of empty souls, lost; in a maze of endless depression; A casket of dreams jerking in pain and agony. Hearts ripped out from shuddering, rotting victims; Pins and needles stuck inside, this deformed, voodoo doll heart-
Life is a dream, soon to be snatched away; by death.
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A March into Infinity Stuck in your throat, making it hard to breathe; Yearning to let, the liquid words free Clawing violently, at your caged up neck. The words buried in your blood Burst through the seams; of your rough blistered skin, Hanging heads look up with demon eyesCrooked souls with knives in hand; Step along the gravestone path, An exit waits; up ahead, A pit of dirt and dug up sand. Slowly you lay down to sleep, Don’t wake me up; This is what’s best for me.
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The Crooked Young Crumbling; but I just stand, slumped over in crooked despair Smiling with shaky hands, crusted over with blood red tears. Every day I cry again; carving lines into my molting face; I may be different, but I am not deaf; or blind, I can hear the razor sharp whispers, and feel the wretched glares; Your words cut deep, but the silence is deafening. A mask full of lies falls; to the pits of reality I’ll have to take it with my cold, dead hands. They said that; they cared. But here I stand, A limp lifeless ragdoll; tortured with pins. A heart with a key, sinks like a stone, Ripped out of flesh, blood, and bone. Reaching out slowly, cutting off heads Now there’s no girl, at the edge; of your bed The starlit demon eyes shudder; then blink, She can’t take this soul; for it fears death no longer, it’s died a thousand timesA casqued of comforts; that hurt like knives I am only who I say I am; so turn your back and walk away.
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