As I laid with my head on the pillow,
Staring at
the fiery sun, and the beautiful willow,
With mugged
up thoughts crammed inside my mind,
And Lucifer
whispering at my side,
One after
the other, fell my dreams like petals from a flower,
And the tears
escaped the cage of my lashes, making my sweet mouth sour.
Self-told words
had now proven to be lies,
And the fake
façade had come with a price.
No longer
could I make believe,
No longer could
I just live.
Bounds were
unbreakable,
But my
imagination had turned out to be killable.
And as it took
its dying breath,
It planted
one last seed in my head,
Told me it
wasn’t the boundaries,
The true Devil
was the lies.
It wasn’t
bound by any line,
Imagination
wasn’t made to falsify.
I rose and
fell,
Over the chime
of bell.
I had trouble
standing,
But was it
the costume I wore that led to my crash-landing?
Soon, the
Angel reappeared at my shoulder,
And I felt
a little less colder.
The realization
hit, the illusion divulged,
The mask
dropped,
And I saw
my face,
Just as
pretty, but no longer hidden behind a veil.
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