Tattoo

They day the buried youI will see you tomorrowThey day the buried you
Is what she said
The night she died With a kiss and a hug She was gone forever
So now, I wonder aimlessly Without a purpose or a care Without hope, always cold And never truly whole Stuck in meaningless today Gray days and starless nights Each one the same
As the one before it
Reality has become a nightmare Memories are the daemons
Which hold me captive Never relinquishing their hold Leaving me black and bruised
Tired up and feeling naked For cold calculating eyes Waiting to condemn


MasksWander the streetsMasks
with mischief and laughter plundering the houses for the loot that youre after.
But to the children
the sweets are their aim thinking the holiday is naught but a game.
Yet we few know the truth of costumes and masks their darker purpose their original task,
for to wear the costume the creature youll be no longer a game
but reality.
So go trick or treating
if you truly dare just do not become the mask that you wear.
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A new kind of darkness fills me,
Different and beautiful:
To love and be loved,
To fall into the unknown.
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