The mask of Ordinary and Uninteresting

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As I walk the streets of horrid misery

Of dark wallowing shrouded by stifling smiles

The sirens scream an excruciating song in the streets

The streets of murderous thoughts

I want to scream with them

Throw off this façade of sanity

 

I pant with breathlessness

A racing beat thuds raucously within

The surface of painted water

Droplets don’t ripple across

They drown down to the abyss

 

The abyss where my torturers dance

Dance over the body of my murdered damsel

A body of passion, music, poetry, love; of insanity

Now strewn with heartless rips across the heart

 

Oh why you stood so tall and proud?

Why so strong and sane?

Did you not know the gruesome Cold runs free?

Rampaging over cheerful souls; draining merry drops of red

Did you not know it cannot see?

A tranquil Oak in peaceful glee

Did you forget, the dancing damsels are an eye sore?

To these gluttonous hoarders of joy

 

Why my beautiful did you stand so secure?

So girded in joy, so sound and so sure

Why did you not pretend some more?

Pretend to be as insane as they want you to be

But not as insane as you honestly feel

Why did you put on the mask of sanity?

Why hide behind the mask of ordinary?

 

You think you blocked out querulous peeks?

You think you were screening out trouble?

But look what you got yourself into

No one comes to your banquet hall

Your mask became so real it fooled

The dear ones and even the dearest of all

 

And yet you chose to tower strong

To hide the blotches of stinging drops

And so they sneered at your standing proud

And then came upon you in a crowd

 

And now you lie here lifeless and strewn

The dim light of life so lazily moving within

 

They see you are dead and are happy to see

But I know you stubbornness will quell all their glee

 

What shall you get out of this mask of ordinary?

But only uncaring souls painting your living grave

 

 

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