The elusive masks strikes again
A faceless man, no end in sight nowhere to begin
Stanger unto himself, a twist of lucicrously lurking around the corner.
Broken records playing to the march of his feet
A down and out shoe nothing left to lose
Shakey hands pressed on his face
He thinks of the void within
Hoping to be captured like a screenshot
but fate slips through his hands as he forgot.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
The elusive masks strikes again
A faceless man, no end in sight nowhere to begin
Stanger unto himself, a twist of lucicrously lurking around the corner.
Broken records playing to the march of his feet
A down and out shoe nothing left to lose
Shakey hands pressed on his face
He thinks of the void within
Hoping to be captured like a screenshot
but fate slips through his hands as he forgot.
Sad hope old age lonliness thought void empty path destiny pain love
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