The grey clouds
craved to dance
with me
but all I could do
was mirror the rain
with tears.

Fake laughter came later
in between
my screams
that were not heard
though I didn’t realize
my twisted cries
were just in my head
and that my face only showed
apathy and stern silence
in a world
that still barely saw
the lie on one’s face
much less the
heavens and underworlds
underneath the skin.
How terribly fucking boring.

And whilst others only saw the superficial,
I could see too much of your underbelly masks,
and though I was thought
out of my mind,
I stood at the top of your stairs,
saw your sick basement creepers
and your feeble ceiling soon to be

crumbling down on you.

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