The Void Within

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  1. twowolves80

    twowolves80 Darkness Incarnate; don't even bother

    The Void Within

    Brittle rice paper mask
    yellowed with age,
    a delicate facade
    bleached white with care
    and painstakingly painted
    with excruciating detail--
    a simulacrum of verisimilitude
    to fool the unwary
    just long enough to hide.

    Beneath the gilded domino
    raving madness
    the color of midnight,
    old psychosis scabbed over
    concealing the break from reality
    from all except the bearer
    of this secret sorrow,
    whose only release
    is the terrifying embrace
    of the frigid sepulcher.

    Shoulders stooped not with age
    but the weight of lunacy and fear
    gibbering like distant static,
    rumbling like far off thunder,
    a harbinger of long ago decisions,
    and only one question remains:

    When? Not if, but when?

    The razor blade winks
    and the void within answers.

    "Soon."© 4 days ago, Michael deathpain
     
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  2. Witty_Sarcasm

    Witty_Sarcasm Writer, Musician, Fun Lover, Magic Maker

    Well written and expressive as always :)
     
  3. twowolves80

    twowolves80 Darkness Incarnate; don't even bother

    Thank you! :D
     
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