Saturday, August 27, 2016

rose tinted

tinted in rose
glaze after glaze
how many hits to take
till it fades to waste

wide eyed past dusk 
questioning tears
abed with a colossal mask
quenching warped fears

almost was never enough
all the lies a rough draft
same sights different eyes
the vice of truth is pure wrath

lifting the rug
skeletons in a hole
how deep was it dug 
would i ever truly know


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