Rotten, twisted, writhing—
So cold beneath the surface;
A mask for me to wear.
Just this once,
Something to call my own.
And flaunt in the faces
Of all who thought they knew me.
Something to die beneath,
To hide beneath.
Somewhere to run away
Without leaving here at all.
Some reason to smile,
Pull the tears back from my eyes,
And tell them that I’ll be all right.
While I fall into darkness,
Let them see the light.
Let it bleed into their humble eyes,
And seep into their souls.
The treasure mounting in the shadows,
Never meant for a mortal to hold.
And give me something to cry for,
As I lose the pain to the blade,
And all I can feel now
Is the mask slipping away.
Dripping away with the blood on my wrists
Slipping away
Slipping
Away…
 
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