can i take off this mask now
the one i have worn
for so long
its the one i found
when i was alone
then, it was new
nobody knew yet
the rotting flesh of truth
existed beneath all the lies
how i wanted to be gentle
but the mask
demands its dues
i am through paying
i am an artist
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
can i take off this mask now
the one i have worn
for so long
its the one i found
when i was alone
then, it was new
nobody knew yet
the rotting flesh of truth
existed beneath all the lies
how i wanted to be gentle
but the mask
demands its dues
i am through paying
i am an artist
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