| Mask and Marks By: M14Mouse Dust off this mask of silver and guilt. Wash away its bleed, black marks. Even clean. The smell of guilt and rage still full the air around this hollow piece of nothingness. Even shatter, the mask still dig deeps into the skin. Make the blood flow like wine. Make the guilt, rage, and dark thoughts dig deep into the skin. Disappear into the skin but is still there. Like a thorn in your skin. Still there....Still digging. To take the mask away like taking a bottle from a baby. Mask is the sheild and protection from oneself. Marks are wounds and the scratches. Are the demons try pull the mask? How close. How close do they come to you? The demons of the mask and the marks. How close and far will you go to protect oneself...one true self. One True Lie Return to The Poerty Section |