Sitting always in the light I’ve grown tired,
I’ve given up the happy façade,
Slow strides and dead eyes,
I live life as a pass time,
Surrounded by demons at night,
Nightmares and rage written about life between death.

Before I approach you, I put on my mask,
Facing away from you I hide my past,
A mask so realistic you would touch and not question,
I fear one day you’d touch too hard and feel its weight,
Why its so heavy and repulsive yet you haven’t noticed,
Maybe you will soon by fate.

When my mind wonders and I start to feel,
The mask falls off and I’m scared to be seen,
I cover my face and run into the dark,
I put back on the mask but the demon smacks me aback,
Searching for my possession in the dark I search,
I search before you can find me,
I feel something similar to my face and I lift it,
Its very heavy and sloppy saying,” put me down”,
With my eyes adjusted I see a head decaying within a sheet,
I’d have to bury it… I carry the body and run full speed,
The body begins to scream and I see someone in front of me.
I then crash into a mirror head first and I collapse with its shatter,
I look at the screaming body… I struggle to mount and smother it,
Fearful and disgusted I feel close to suffocating the abomination,
I’ve forgotten how familiar his face felt,
But not before a barrel touches my chest and a sudden motion forces a switch of positions,
Loud bangs and flashes fill the room and his frowning mask is revealed,
It was revealed already sprinkled with dark red liquid,
I slide my hand across his mask as he laughs.

After the 5th bullet,
He pulls my lost mask out and fits it on,
He laughs under a frowning mask and I cry under one of laughter,
Heavily smearing my blood across his frown …he laughs louder,
He empties the clip of his gun and stares at me in the dark,
Again with a swift motion I am lifted and he head butts me,
Both of our dramatic faces collide… breaking and shattering.

Bleeding upon the floor I choke on blood hosing through my mouth,
Sliding my hands across the surface I cut myself trying to find something,
The broken pieces of my mask that complete me… I find the biggest and slip it on.
Hearing laughter I crawl into the light and feel ashamed,
Dragged back from the light I feel no pain,
This monster will devour me along with my sanctified hate.

I can’t allow myself to die when this façade wants to survive,
Still alive I’m starting to realize I was painted as the antagonist,
I’d cry for help but this is deeper than even fate,
I cannot escape such a fall… I would be delusional to think I wouldn’t die here,
I cannot be saved today… a Façade in the hours of the finest death,
The dying light traps what can never be changed but will always remain as my regrets,
My past times crumble upon my face and my memories burn in the heat of the light,
Feeling hopeless I know I simply can’t escape.
The happiness I faked in my false gestures were the causes,
The cause of pleasure and disaster of great measure,
The dark has become venomous to my eyes as has the light,
Crimson is all I can see and all I feel,
My dyed rotten mask sits upon my expression,
The happiness I tried to mimic and replace ended me,
The man who laughs heavily is the actual symbol of hope, trust and forgiveness,
As he stops laughing and kneels beside me… all I would hear is silence and silence is all I wanted,
My story is written between the pages of books about life and death,
My façade…façade… façade…. I sleep away with the contributions I’ve made.