We wear masks
to hid our lies
in a disguise
of muffled flies
like those on a horse
on a hot summer day.
Our masks close
our pores.
They choke
us like water
in our lungs.
He climbs into us through any open passage, just so he can crawl his way into our chest. He gives off a smell of rotten eggs and sulfur....
Cold wind blows through the door and brings down the heads of many, and as Sadness walks in it feels as if you will never find warmth...
Yesterday, I was a boy bound by quitting, a dying light accepting his last breath of air, not caring about a new day, ready to find my...
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