Under These Masks, Silence

06 Wednesday May 2015

Tags

dark, Poetry

Under my mask

Is another

And under that

another

Far enough down

Nothing

but silent rage

What scares me

Is that when that rage

Cools down

There will be nothing left

but silent emptiness

death

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