My eyes open
Pierce through the dark
I crawl into my skin
Its time to pretend to be a monarch
A dead black heart
Rotting flesh that surounds
Completely torn apart
Held together by a mask that bounds
Youthful and spry
Confidence amplified
If only they knew it was lie
And I was really dead inside
The anxiety that some one will see
Inside to the real me
Would I be killed if I was detected
Or would I be accepted
This black heart still has hopes and dreams
That life is more then it seems
That this mask is a cocoon
And I will be some thing beautiful soon
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC
My eyes open
Pierce through the dark
I crawl into my skin
Its time to pretend to be a monarch
A dead black heart
Rotting flesh that surounds
Completely torn apart
Held together by a mask that bounds
Youthful and spry
Confidence amplified
If only they knew it was lie
And I was really dead inside
The anxiety that some one will see
Inside to the real me
Would I be killed if I was detected
Or would I be accepted
This black heart still has hopes and dreams
That life is more then it seems
That this mask is a cocoon
And I will be some thing beautiful soon
