Stuck all alone in this crowded room,
Not once fearing, my impending doom.
Surrounded by faces which bear no eyes,
Which speak with mouths, that tell only lies.
Forever I had masked my deepest fears,
Now happy memories are bringing me tears.
Before I sleep, I make my one silent wish,
To quietly receive Death’s comforting kiss.
Grotesque, to the eyeless faces with liars mouths,
But I have seen the way the Reaper prowls.
Often unsatisfied, with the simple taking of a life
He opts to inject twenty cc’s of strife.
He killed the young boy that once was me.
And left a man, broken, frustrated, and angry.
It made me stronger, and tougher than before.
I simply make the wish, that he’d do it once more.
The passion I got, to prove them all wrong,
Simply covered up that little boy, all along.
I softly ask the Reaper to finish the boy off.
Because it hurts me so deep to be this soft.
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