A truth
A lie
A face never shown
With no heart I see my own
I watch others as they walk
Following only, never speaking
A shadow of a man who tells no tales
A lonely man with no courage
To find a women of well being
A friend
A lover
A companion he seeks
None will see
He is alone
A coward he be
Acting tough, ambitions wild
Wanting pain he seeks others
Mimic he is, only he is
Will he walk this path alone?
Never to know the freedom of others
This is a shadow, this is a lie
A face well hidden
Truth it may show
Happiness comes but never goes
When pain inflicted
Feelings free
Evil intent
Joyous is he
Hurting others for the laughter
Swinging swords where ever, no matter
He likes this form, the power is great.
Only twice has this face been awakened.
By the pain inflicted by others.
Crossing no bonds, destroying lovers
Being alone, no other is needed
Destroying faith, when in pain.
Rushing forward, to hurt all around
Feeling more pain, more pain inbound
Never knowing why the power is free
Only wanting more, more he seeks.
A face of a frown
A face of a smile
This is a face, always wild
He smiles to all, makes other laugh
He hurts himself, to gain attention
Being stupid to hide the true form
While he is stupid, dumb, or poor.
Acting with friends who see this face
Never understand the truth of wither and waste
Never going, inside or out
Wanting love, affection, happiness and joy
This is all a lovers’ fantasy
No joy to be expressed
No affection is needed
Only death awaits the inner me
Happiness deteriorates
Which is the face that is always shown
Happy on the inside and out, unknown
Which does he like the most
Alone, sadness or power and pain, love and affection.
While entering a shadowy domain
These faces cannot keep true
Only one can stay
While the others
Locked away, with memories unchained
No Feelings, No Pain, Just Illusions
These are the faces, the faces of me.
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