I suspect...
the lights burned out
long ago,
the heart stopped
beating,
the lips stopped
parting to speak,
the hands stood
still,
as the mind
wandered.
I suspected...
though you lacked
courage to tell.
The irony is, your
grandest display
of disgrace
delivered me my
greatest liberation,
for the gloves
have come off,
the masks have
fallen,
the lies have
ceased, and I
can finally clearly
see what truly
lives...
behind your eyes.



-by Mercurychyld
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