This skinless body… an exposed inner lack of conscience. A once concealed mold of hell… stabbed and gutted. I shall hide no more.
Oh that deceptive suit I’ve always worn clings still… to the feet of a body that drags it in the past. My mask of sanity now lifted; opening the curtain to a horror show.
I will never walk a lie again. I’ll keep my back towards the life of deceit. Such a fragile soul has lost all its armor, how can things ever be the same again?
The foundations of every beautiful lie I’ve lived to utter shall collapse, leaving a dust cloud of uncertainty. Through the light of reason… surviving truths shall follow past the veil… though I’m afraid I am of few logical justifications.
Hear me whoever... I confess!
A slightly darker poem. It's about confession. My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com