give it to me
Gasoline
want to feel the fuel
enter my veins
encapsule the entropy
in the hollow of my fist
As i look out
a cloud rises
uncertain. dark undertones
flashes a glimpse
of things to come by.
and the cigar whimpers down
to what i will be some day
Ash. lifeless. smoky
Breaking the ignomity
of suffering and ignorance
a soul screams.
shrill. sudden.
knocking the senses out.
the glass breaks
a heart thrives.
and here i am
standing at the crossroads
unsure whether to look behind
the epic of destruction
tails me.
Unforgiven.
behind the mask....
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. ...You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.” - The Lizard King
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