The bleached mask reflects the words
A new white glow over black hurts
Brooding bones, charred and cracked
Buried with himself between
Thought he could
Learn to shrug some strangers’ names
Off
The skin grows thick
The scales slough
The eyes go blind, the fingers drop
Before he’s had it all
Before he’s had
But aches betray
And masks fall
The smile breaks when teeth are worn
I think he’s had some terrifying thoughts
Would no longer recognise his face at all
Because . . .
Some black eyes never open up
And blue deaths carve a hole no one can fill
The red lust leaves us chilled
Breathless, to temporary emerald pills
Some crimson lips just chew and chew
And violet pupils grow then still
The pale skin tightens its caress
Over awkward bones and burnt out chests
How frighteningly
Cruel
Our capacity
To ****
And ****
And ****
11:48pm, August 7th 2013
Cruelty is not restricted to those in high power. It seems even the smallest people crave it, and exert it on others.
Don't be cruel to others.