. How can I Keep the piecesOf this cracked maskTogether, withTied up hands?I feel the burningFissures lickingMy cheeks, andI understand…The end isComing,Though maybe notThat near.When the darknessShows, as it alwaysDoes,I fear….When will IFinally just giveUp and giveup trying?Sometimes I feelIt wouldn’tHurt allThat much Dying?I’ve always knownI wouldNever growReally old.Reality hitsHarder thanAnything I’veEver been told.But I…… Continue reading Broken mask…