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The Face.
A poem about death, and how you pray for it after a while.
The Face.
Walking with a mask since as of Late.
Behind it my bleeding eyes cower.
The face I’ve tried to hide for years.
Now cannot escape its final fate.
Ugly weak and ignorant, fake
I’m hideous do not look near me
Tears will flow my heart will burst
Do not care do not stare, ignore the ache.
I hold my hair with both my hands
And tear it out in anger, in pain.
You have failed life, and even death.
You’re a failure all hope had, ends.
I wish to cut my face apart
No more visage to ponder
I failed at life now take me back
So people can hang my corpse like art.
This piece we call the failure as he died in vain.
People kicked him down spat on him
His rage took over he failed to get up
He lost his sanity beyond he could regain.
It’s not that time yet it’s not a race.
I’m not dead yet as you notice.
But the urge gets stronger as time passed
The urge to release it, to bury my face,
Legion.
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