The masks that I have worn for so long
The Lies that had created walls of solitude,
The pain that lay between me and my myself,
The ears that would cease to hear all but my own voice.
They have Fallen now.
A lie told long enough becomes the truth.
A tear held back long enough does not become benign,
A hate unresolved turns its ugly head as vendetta;
An action restrained becomes a study in Futility
The thoughts suffer a great fall.
The power to percieve is useless when all is grey,
It is when the mind's bearings fall prey to a darkness
When one thinks about what was and what will be
When the past comes to bite down on our vanities
Then the thinker so entranced with self falls.
Never was and never will become of truth to be concealed
Darkness will fall to light of factious truth,
Maybe the mind shall recover yet
Fates of unuttered words may someday be known....
Lost voices of revolt may finally gain sacrilege.
Till then I am fallen....
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