The suns been real low
its colors lacking flow,
lacking in vibrancy
just setting lifelessly.
But its hard to tell behind this mask
it acts like a cask,
a sort of home
that I never roam.
Cause I prefer to hide
to stay inside,
to avoid this stain
this awful pain.
But I'm never that lucky
or maybe I'm just rusty,
I haven't hid in awhile
disappeared to my isle.
Cracks are appearing
and though I'm persevering,
its starting to get put to the test
and I ain't got much time left.
If your reading this please find my mask
before the demons escape the cask,
before their anger erupts
and leaves all in a flux.