Death Mask

October 13, 2010
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Ah, great sepulchre molded to the face
Your a mask I wear every day
Crafted of deepest pain and disgrace
True emotions are concealed and don't come out to play

Fear bleeds through ever pore
but this mask plugs up every hole
In this vile thing, hope, we restore
but really down the rode of loneliness we roll

A mask with a mind of its own forms,
to hide pain and solitude, stealing your breath
Fight for one last chance in its evil storm
but now, clouds depart and skies open,
for this mask has suffocated me to death

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