Safe in their cages,

The mighty animals sleep,

No longer mourning,

In their howling weep.

Alone he sits,

In the deafening silence,

Washing off his smile

That hides his vengeance.

The red from his lips,

flows down into a fountain,

Worries, pain and burdens,

A piercing mountain.

As the water washes off,

The last few lines

His purely fake smile

No longer shines.

He prays to the darkness,

to cloak his tears,

To heal his scars

And his dreadful fears.


© chaos–xd 2017

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