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Feb 2014
I watch the world turn; it turns to night--
My masks wear burns; I scorn the fight--
Night bleeds and away it dies.
Then day's reborn with a rebuilt disguise.

I watch the skies go red through dreary eyes,
My flesh feels fake from all the lies.
Dusk creeps in and peels to truth,
And I take to the night with jagged tooth.

There's little left to pray or beg for,
Not when your face is not your own.
There's little hope when you're their *****,
Not when your skin's gone cold as stone.

I watch the clouds burn in crimson skies;
My real self trembles behind my eyes.
I'm left as less a man, though more a god;
One who, though so perfect, is so flawed.
Nathan Squiers
Written by
Nathan Squiers  Upstate New York, USA
(Upstate New York, USA)   
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