"Masks We Wear"
Being nice to a stranger
Or a smile for a friend
Hiding away the monster
We all have within
Eating away
At our subconscious minds
Hoping one day
We'll finally let them win
"The Blissful Kiss of Death"
Kill
Kill
Kill
Whatever is left
Of those dirty little thoughts
Inside your head
With my hands around your throat
And your knives in my back
All these sleazy moments
Forever lost in the black
So give me death
In this orgasm
And the life from your lips
To fulfill this bloodstained fantasy
And forever stain
Your purest bliss
With whatever is left
Of my filth
Within this kiss
33-year-old poet and author, from Michigan. I listen to music way too loud and procrastinate about getting any work done. https://linktr.ee/wilobru666
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