Monochromatic and belligerent in ways
Jumping off Mind-Built bridges
Hitting the ice cold water below
and wishing the jump had never been conceived
Hitting rock bottom for the chance to swim upward
To break expectations
For a challenge, for a pursuit of something more
Moronic right?
Maybe so, but worth while for the conqueror
For the limitless spectrum of limits
Has been broken
Like the shattered glass of a mirror
Punched with the angst of destruction
The bloody knuckles to subdue are nothing more than reminders
Scars for the audience who doubted
Consequences for the hearts overwork that resulted in dark circles under eyes
A facade is taken into consideration for purposes unknown to the outside
It is not seen
It's felt, sensed, but nowhere near understood
Except by the wearer of the mask
Holding the reasons, the nuances behind the disguise
Pain isn't an expression wished to be seen
Sorrow isn't a feeling wanted to be expressed
Yes, the lying exterior hides these unwelcome terrors
But the hole behind is growing wider and darker
With every attempt to stay hidden
The cover is slowly torn away
Skin is dissolved to reveal bones
Image is faded revealing depth
The sound of falling to the ground is ever present
Sleep is no longer required for nightmares to appear explicitly;
Black and satanic to every pointedly demoniacal detail.
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