tides of torment enclosing him
secluded by his own aversion
his cursed soul
executed without option
his solitary spirit
inhabited, but true and ever strong
insists of him-
'' what have I done, so wrong?''
''do not you see?'' - resonated a voice
his broken shell
''behold the rapture- I deliver, the malice I dispel''
his soul fluctuated at the thought.
an exposed pretender
revealed in the light
where mask of deception faded
into the darkest of the night
the spirit whispered low until all it could see
was the vibration of a light
beyond the misery.
''why hide behind the dim''- it taunted
without doubt
an echo
“cannot you see the glee the mask brings about?''
predominant in that coercion was not his true intention
the mask- ageless wins.
it's dominion, its intervention.
secluded soul singing it's sorrowful plea
''the mask is your reaper, why cannot you see''
misconceptions in the dark
of a deceived and dreary heart.
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