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I had a dream about a mask It was terrifying. The mask, I mean I don't remember much about the dream. The masked man ran around, Tearing through town, Taking vengeance on those that had cut him down Everyone knew he wouldn't Couldn't Maim another Because though through his mask He became another He was still a person Just a person with his soul scared silent His spirit sealed shut His mask's mouth was sewn up Like a doll that had misbehaved, Said, "I love you" "You're my best friend" Without having its string pulled to say it The man, Or rather the mask, Was chasing a group of kids Who had threatened a girl That was very dear to him. He pinned them down but couldn't speak, So he bit off his own lips Suddenly his speech wasn't deformed And his vendetta didn't matter anymore He threw himself to the floor and He wept He wept tears of unfathomable joy. Then I woke up Knowing as I gasped for air That the dream had passed. But when I reached up to my face, I could still feel that mask. So I started, Layer by layer, To peel it back.
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
A Song for Escape
I had a dream about a mask It was terrifying. The mask, I mean I don't remember much about the dream. The masked man ran around, Tearing through town, Taking vengeance on those that had cut him down Everyone knew he wouldn't Couldn't Maim another Because though through his mask He became another He was still a person Just a person with his soul scared silent His spirit sealed shut His mask's mouth was sewn up Like a doll that had misbehaved, Said, "I love you" "You're my best friend" Without having its string pulled to say it The man, Or rather the mask, Was chasing a group of kids Who had threatened a girl That was very dear to him. He pinned them down but couldn't speak, So he bit off his own lips Suddenly his speech wasn't deformed And his vendetta didn't matter anymore He threw himself to the floor and He wept He wept tears of unfathomable joy. Then I woke up Knowing as I gasped for air That the dream had passed. But when I reached up to my face, I could still feel that mask. So I started, Layer by layer, To peel it back.
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
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