Facades of enlightened joy
surround my inner turmoil
creating an illusion of contentment
an illusion is all that I can conjure
for within this shell meekly hides
the mysteries of the creature within

dark dreams haunting its soul
…haunting my soul…
leaving a scent of decay within
the confines of the radiant carapace
yet deeply hidden by the illusion of
my apocryphal shell

withdrawn from the wastelands
no more do I hear the perjurers,
their sentiments of pre-processed
fabrications, which they spread with
enthusiasm that quarrels that of zealots

yes I hide behind my delusion
finding salvation within its walls
salvation from a forgotten world
a world so quick to judge
so quick to cast the first stone

Yet you couldn’t tell…

outside, all the smiles and laughter
leave the appearance of elation
just another mindless player
within the game
  






 

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