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My Mask

I tend to focus on the shadows cast
by the light emitted from a mask
of deceit.

Meant to mask what's beneath.
A mass of defeat.
A mass so weak
with a view so bleak.

A mask worn between
filling fiendish needs,
to collects thoughts scattered.
I put it on when I need it and
as the darkness recedes
I watch the black shadows cast,
as they playfully gather and chatter
about the times, the masked man
turns into the mad hatter.

When the lights go out and
the bottle comes out.
When the night comes about
and the adjacent life forms,
lay awake with painstaking doubt.
Knowing next door, sorrows
are drowned from a spout.

My mask of lies, glows brighter then sun.
The shadows casts, are darker than the barrel of my gun.
The shadows surely know what I've done.
The truth so close behind innocent eyes,
I often fight the urge to run.


But beneath the mask, a demon searching for a fix.
Similar demeanor, but much meaner with his tricks.
My mask protects those in the blast radius of a time bomb
that slowly ticks.
My mask won't glow forever, and when it stops my
booze filled bucket has been kicked.


ExercisingDemons
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