masks cover up a person.
they ‘mask’ who they are.
but once you hear a voice,
or feel a touch,
you can name that person.
not by their real name,
but by their actions.
only because you are being judgemental.
but that’s human.
and you’re human.

a strike of light in her darkened soul
released the demons and they took control.
she tried to consume the energy they had
and drown out the power that made them glad.

tried and tried and tried again
to stop the demons’ playground friends.
nothing worked for her, no matter what
she soon gave up and let them cut.

the magic they used, the power they had
it soon destroyed every happy thought to bland.
she became a vegetable in their garden of fun
hopefully someone would soon come.