My emotions to the world
They are all lies.
With my will I hide them perfectly
From the peering eyes of reality.
These pictures on my face don't truly exist.
They're all fictional - like a story.
Behind this perfect mask, the true me lives.
I have lived what seems like an eternity
And my will begins to falter.
The mask is imperfect now
As it begins to leak out my true self.
I look around me to find
I'm surrounded by the fires of Hell.
With this final breath, I welcome
The cold warmth of those fires.
My once perfect mask shatters violently
On the frozen world…