put down the mask, let the music consume,
tell me what haunts your thoughts?
The burning sensation of sadness?
Oh but deary, everyone and I do mean everyone gets sad.
How are you different?
Going through this, day by day and step by step,
simply as a child taking its first steps.
What haunts your thoughts?
The climbing and scratching of the anxious sharks,
the ones that eat your insides until you
choke on the blood of your own pain?
These thoughts they scream,
like a banshee running in the night time,
but somehow the words from your mouth will never arise.
So you turn off your light,
to hide from the faces you have seen,
the ones that whisper,
oh dear God how they whisper like trees in a summer nights breeze,
The awful things that they will say,
sounds like the records of my soul,
that stay forever on repeat.
Scratches and aches,
like a child with stomach pains.
I simply just want these things to fade.
So, once again my dear friend,
let me put down my mask,
and show you what really may die beneath.
Masks off.
The music has stopped,
and now all I have,
are these terrible thoughts ,
that are simply putting suggestions into my drop box.
-V
©torinicole
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