Friday, March 2, 2012

The Mask

Where's the fire that burned so bright
Long extinguished by haunted nights
20 mg per day help hide
Unhealed wounds deep inside

The mask does its daily task
Shielding demons from the past
Suspended only for a short while
They lay in wait to spoil a smile

Comfortably they subdue at best
Leaving the host in another fortress
Pain is such an inconvenience
Venting is social deviance

Remaining in a fortress to appease 'em all
But nobody's there to break your fall
Passion suppressed for another day
How much longer who can say?

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