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the darkest of the dark

I am haunted by cruel truths
there will be no peace for me
only brightly lit colors arranged with pleasant scenes
clouded over grey as the monsters bleed from behind the beautiful fašade
so artistly rendered to conceal the disease

it ooze from every pore death and decay
it wore a happy face until it smile no more
and you witness it wielding a hatchet with your name on it
insanity held the blade and you know there is no reasoning with it
the sunlit room was now a place of horror and dismay
it turns in a second or perhaps it's always been this way

we are all in a play
playing our parts hoping we don't get called to play the part of victim
maybe if we wish it away
or if we close our eyes the monsters will fade
I don't want to die in fear
so I take a stand and hope I die only once
or that I die finally
and not left in a crippled state

I'm not a pessimist I am a realist
all else to me is escapism
I didn't make this place
create a hierarchy of hunters and sheep
if I am a hunter I choose not to eat
carrion is unpleasant especially if its human

my mind lives in a threatened state
I know what's out there
I choose to pretend otherwise
Written by smackdownraven
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