masks


Trying to control the me that I hide
Letting my mask fall behind closed doors
My house was never a home and my home I now watch decay
Watching the screams slide down my walls of illusion
Hearing the nails being torn from the base of my sanity
Walls crash around me as the beams of my mind burn down
Wanting nothing more than paint this smile on my face
Wanting to leave the asylum that is my mind
To be free from the thoughts that will destroy me
Will I ever rebuild what was once a stable human
Or will my sweet apocalypse be the end of me

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