Pieces of me dieing

Sleep hold no reprieve for me.

Rest only brings memories.

Behind my eyes,

I see….

Life was torn,

Life as grey,

Life was darkness

Throwing me away.

Aside I watched,

Laughing, crying, loving.

All the while I was dieing.

Night brought dreams.

Dream of hate,

Light and Death.

As I look back…

I find it funny.

Dreams of myself dieing.

Behind the mask,

I was drifting.

Darkness closing.

Behind the lie,

I was hiding.

I lay in myself,

Forever unknowing.

Forever masking,

My true self.

That of witch there is nothing left

All those pieces dieing,

Have left me with a mask,

A lie.

By IDT