Masks

by bloody bones   Jun 22, 2011


Their everywhere I turn.
Their everywhere I stare.
There's always one or more,
laughing standing there.
They think their lies are perfect.
That no one can see through.
But I've learned and now know better.
Now I know the truth.
Trust no one.
Love no one.
Or a mask will swallow you.

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