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The Masquerade
22:07 Feb 14 2010
Times Read: 552


eyes flutter open slowly as the day light softly caresses my face. extending my limbs pointing them outwards as my body stretches adjusting itself to a new day. Long flowing strawberry blonde hair whips across my shoulders as I get up and look around. Not yet awake my mind begins to wonder thinking of the day ahead.



Stepping out of bed I look around; slip outside to have my morning cigarette as i take a deep breath in filling my lungs with natures abundance before sparking it up. Inhaling and exhaling the stick quickly before the frost settles on my skin. Taking on final look around the perimeter before entering the house to get ready for my day.



Padding across the warm floor I rush to put on the clothes, shoes and one final thing... my mask.





I have come to realize that in this life one must have a mask or they'll be eaten alive by the masses.



In order to survive work you must put on your workers mask; you know the one... a smile to grit and bare anything that may come just to keep that precious job that pays for all the amenities that get you by in this world.



In order to deal with family you must put on that sentimental mask the one that allows you to show sweet, loving feelings towards the blood sucking fiends that take every last drop of energy you have with in your system.



Finally when you've come home to your friends, and your loved one if you should have one. you attempt to pull that mask off but some how fragments remain. each day you put the mask on you lose tiny bits of yourself to please the masses.



This world was not meant for the likes of us... or was it us who are not meant for the likes of them... So lost are the sheep that need to be gathered. But the Shepard has fled gone to greener pastures as we get left behind to fend for ourselves.



No need to fret you look around finding tiny things to fill your time... and existence that you know is bound to end at some point. So you grin and bare it, every morning putting that mask on, every night taking it off as it takes some of your soul away with it.



The masquerade is no longer and elegant ball but it is the energy sucking thing that we call life.

Dark Path
03:13 Feb 13 2010
Times Read: 581

Tonight is a dark path, one that is shrouded in suffocating spider webs. A wanting of lust, lust for life lust for blood lust to cure the anger with in; a healing of sorts is what this child of the night needs. This cure shall not come; I will be dragged down into the abyss till I fight the demons that hold my legs for their amusement.



My heart it is soft with a cold ice shell around it that is hardening with each second for the pain is building the ice to be more strong in the long run. You know what you've done, you've laughed at me, you've turned your eyes and looked away; you've raised that hand and let it fall with no pity but I shall have vengeance against all whom have held this soul down.



I will rip you to shreds piece by piece, and nibble on your flesh as a delicacy, drink of your blood like a fine wine savoring every last drop. I will laugh as your left to dance with skinless bones keeping your heart pumping for my mere pleasure.



This is the hell I may decide upon, or maybe you will have a better fate, a quick and hasty one.



Ezabet Redden