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The Facade
death in doses small enough to bear
turmoil lying just beneath the glassy surface
a cacophony of thoughts waiting to drag me down
a symphony of hurts swimming behind my eyes
a pain that is mine alone, not meant to share
a silent plea from deep within
crying, screaming, begging for release
an end to torment pain and confusion
or at least an end to life
a louder cry for the sharp embrace of crimson tinged thoughts
a single hope, a ray of light bright enough
to pierce the darkness that i've let envelope me
a saving grace allowing me to float above the turmoil
if only for a few fleeting moments
(savor each and every one)
tears that surface but never flow
moments of terror never shown
a heart once shattered now mended
by the same hands that once ripped it asunder
an emptiness inside never knowing fulfillment
thoughts so jumbled unable to be expressed
fears unable to be given a voice, let alone a name
unholy thoughts given room to spread their tainted wings
unthinkable crimes committed in the darkest spaces of my mind
the places even I dare not tread
unknowable evil lurking deep within
unbearable sadness breaking through
the barriers surrounding my mind
the need for the crimson kiss of the razor blade tryst
or the need for chemicals to blind my eyes
to this travesty I call my mind
giving in to the sharp embrace and the straightened smiles
with the crimson lips and the saliva so warm and red
disguising the pain with lies and empty words
and hoping that someone will be astute enough to see through
this facade
