maskofdeception

It shadows over my walk,
it gleams over our talks
it comes and goes,
to tease
and to mock

A thousand tons of under-pressure,

It overlooks what life has to offer;

I tend to skip
I tend to fall,

It shakes me up, and leaves to call

I blind myself with this false reality

Thinking that demons are out to sought me

She runs,
      she cries,
              she breaks,
mistakes…

It leaves me behind with this gratuitous, heart-wrenching hate

And you, the master of vexing ignorance

You laugh,
      You stumble,

             You kid,

                   You opened a door, and behind there you hid

Unaware of this dreadful catastrophe

One that engages both you and me

stuck on my head: natasha beddingfield - i bruise easily

    

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