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These people wearing faces

Leaving traces, of no truth

Of all the lies that slide

Down their tongues; no couth

My ears ring in a rage

This war waging, inside

Stop your selfish craves

So we can coincide

Your sordid aura haunts

Straining to flaunt, with my light

No waves of illusion immerse

My bold, green armored knight.

Tired of this cover-up life.

The need to be comfortable in my skin.

Wanting a picture perfect world

No satisfaction achievable within.

Using a pencil to draw things straight.

Using shadow to demonstrate – my feelings.

Tired of this mask that grins

There’s no washing it away I’ve tried.

Hidden beneath the false surface

No transparency visible with eyes.

Using a pencil to draw things straight.

Using shadow to demonstrate – my feelings.

A face crumbles to the floor

and the question grows
No trace to find the locked door
Within it's secrets, trapped
and soon I will become the silence
Still without an identity mapped

and soon I will become the faceless shadow
Fast to soon slip away
With the colors gone and hollow
To bathe within the crumbles from my face
and the answer departs
Leading to nothing but empty space.

Forever to climb a mountain, a mountain called past 

Faceless fear
Brilliant Courage
My angel my innocence
My demon my instinct
The devil in my head
The angel in my heart
What is my face
Harder to find
Always fighting
Never resting
One would set me free
The other takes control of me
I want the angel
While I court the devil
Who will win my heart
Undecided
But until we have faces
We will always wear a mask

“Gaze into faces,
get behind eyes.
From so many places,
fed so many lies.
All satiated,
starving for more.
Emaciated,
nauseating encore.
Imbalanced, heavy scales,
bearing unjust weight,
all who would reign must fail,
policy is bait.
Only one more swallow,
deep, filthy well.
Thirst always follows,
hunger’s dinner bell.
And, so we take the mark,
clones stamped in red;
sheep left in the dark,
bones, bleached and bled.
But, still I will rage
defying gravity;
incarcerated in this cage,
I choose to be free.
For I will not surrender,
I will not kneel,
to the Great Pretenders,
serving the next meal."