Back against the wall
Shadows creeping,
A shaking hand grips the mask,
Its time to rest, old friend.
The suffocating silence
Evades the senses,
Drowning the screams from with in.
The shell of what used to be
Echoes quietly in the darkness.
Solitude suits me
Better than the masquerade.
A hallow promise
Of peace to come,
Shatters at the stirke of one.
©luckiee13
L