I know myself better than no one

This was a time for peace and yet I had nothing to offer to the world.

I slap on a grin and look pretty for the guests. Falling towards the underworld.

Greet them. Make myself flawless. Conquer my emotions like those third rate actors.

Those people called relatives, families, friends, or even businessmen are nothing but satisfactors.

When they laugh I laugh too but deep inside a curse them.

Polish my language like a fine Gem.

Masks for everyone needless to know

When everything's over my evil side grows

Endless ringing in my head drags on within the long silent night

No one to call for no one to help no one to look upon this lowly sight

Drifting between fake and real the boundaries on the fence

Crack the mask is breaking Rise up for the suspense 

More I want more power no it ain't power just an illusion created by you 

these things mustn't be seen lock it away in the corner of your mind. I have done it too 

At last I have found my soul mate but I can't seem to unravel 

They shake their head grasp your head with their gentle hands and whisper patience is your own battle

Days to weeks to months to years nothing has spilled

The mask is gone without a trace killed

between myself and I

This strange liquid spills my fated says "just cry"

I deprive of sleep once I do I always have that dream

Locked up in a cage with massive red streams

My body lingers everywhere 

People the audience see me as the circus fair

Down come the swords chop chop chop

My leftover pieces are down into the drop

Guns blazing as I dodge most of it 

But nothing is there as I wake from the pit

This is my life my rules on how to live

I wanted to do something but I give

No one knows me better as I do myself 

My life is recorded like a book on a shelf 

Nobody tried to get to know me

get close and chat to find and see 

the real person I had been hiding

The lone riding

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Very haunting moments, almost scary. I could feel the dread in reading many lines. Hope your okay!

[Johnson Bobby]

Vision are pictures pictures are memories
Hard to be proper sometimes
I cant stand the rain
But falls anyways


I understand you!


Johnsonbobby

[CrimsonShinigami]

Thanks glad to know