Once more I wear this mask, facing a deadly task. A dark will to infantry, lead by my insanity. Unguarded is the punch I deliver, creepy grins get bigger. The air is tainted, makes me bitter. How the common I loathe, so a testimony I owe. With every hit I gain, for I love the mystery and pain.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
