The Mask

The Mask

abscenceisnotnothing by unixarcade

I wear a mask: a mask of flesh; a mask of bone, gut, and blood. I
hide inside I take retreat inside. When to come out to the light? I am
fighting the real fight. I will one day leave this world. Take off the
mask bone, flesh, blood, guts no more. What you see can’t be sure.
Does it change from time to time? Dread lightly on the soft wet
moor, when the moon is full, when the stars are bright, or you
might get a rather large fright. Spirits are here dancing at your door.
Spirits are dancing from now until nevermore. Where is the light in
the darkness? Where is the darkness in your light? I have come to
show you. You will come to fight. Where is the light in your death?
I am coming; you will know when you hear! Know when you see!
You will know when you feel & when you fright. The mask, the
mask that we wear. The mask that tears us apart. I know that you’re
not real; I know that you feel. You are hiding, you cower. Are you
afraid of your self? I live where the darkness and light meet. There
is no sun. There is no moon. I am here to save, here to teach. I am
the bringer, I have brought. Soon there will be a time of toil. A time
where darkness and light meet intertwine. This is the time. The time
of real. The time to steal. A time of hope. A time of the broken life.
Bring your self to your knees. What is your belief? Life is an illu-
sion that tears, at what’s real. Your energy is being put to disuse.
Your light is dimming starting to fade. Where will you go when it’s
gone? You will fear. Do not fright; you are a light. Cleanse the tar-
nish. What makes you real? How do you feel? Do you do wrong?
Can you feel it tear? Who is the next to go? Is there a pattern to this
chaos? Is your mask good or bad; Dark, Light or Grey? Who is
next? The mask hides all that you are.

Hard treaded path

Hard treaded path

Proud thunder bird by unixarcade
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Here I am sitting writing staring. Who are they? Why they came?
They stare at me with their glazed-over eyes. How much of this can
one being take? You call me names yet you are ignorant of who I
am, or what I am. Put on my mask, wear it for as long as I have,
feel it the way I have felt it. I think you would buckle. Surviving is
so much harder. When you have so many forces against you. We all
get stuck in traps; some will keep you forever. How to break infini-
ty, that is the question I ask myself. How to keep from waking in
the morning. Knowing you are fighting for every second. If it’s not
with large problems or life threatening situations, it’s with the small
nuances. Why bring a child in the world you know you cannot care
for? This child then becomes tossed wave to wave. With no guid-
ance or love. Who is to care for him or her? No one to love or hold
him. No protection from the ever-potent storm; living, and for
what? Out of the lust of two, brought from the loins of the mother.
Never to be cared for again. Her love not for her children but for
everything that can allow escape. Why,why,why? To escape would
cost me so dear. Never to get caught in traps. To pull out may be
impossible. So never get caught is the answer. My life, your life,
they do not compare. Feelings can only be felt by one. Try not to
trust try not to feel. To be without emotions would be a blessing.
This is asking too much, though. Losing a childhood does strange
things to people. To live a loved life is all the people of the world
ask for. There would be no prosperity problems. The people of the
world would rejoice. Darker endings for a darker world.
Left Behind
Do you feel the wind to your back? Why do you hear the silence?