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Set Alight The Frame (Family Portrait)
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Dark Poetry Sit back and admire the show.
Watch, as the the perfect portrait burns and melts away,
your deceptions.
See you lies, black and singed like the picture in my hand.
I clench my fist in the rage that has destroyed all the memories.
Smiling, as the ashes of these photographs sift through my fingers, I turn away.
Our family portrait has been fading for so long.
The pretense of our substance was never very strong.
Withered in the shadows of their fears.
Broken and tried for all these years.
And now, the tears I cry are unashamed as I burn myself out of the picture.
Sit there and watch me walk away.
Stare in unknown fear as I retreat.
Know that I am the difference and I will reveal your deceitful fashions.
Too long I've lived in silence, wept in sorrow that was not mine.
Slept in this grave you dug for me when I was just a child.
And finally, I turn away.
Our family portrait faded so long and our lies were never very strong.
Withered in fear, broken in shame for years.
The tears I now cry are completely unashamed as I burn my place in the lifeless portrait.
