Angel’s masquerade
Inside sheep’s fur
Downhill deep your eyes
Shallow waters roasting
Fierce in sincerity of words unspoken
Faint smile,
Drowned in its own secrets
Captivity is a choice we make
Darkness Occurs
Craft no attachment to these words
And as for the last speech, call it psychosis
Blindness is a gift when you fear the light
Feeble foolish in their qualms
Shackling their hearts with suspicions
Perfection is an asylum
Who ever said that fear is a sign of weakness?
" Can you draw that fine line around sanity "
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