Dead without the mask

Mon, 10/06/2014 - 14:11 -- 15bbird

dead. dead. dead.

Don't let them see you. 

They see you and you're dead.

dead. dead. dead.

You weren't made to be around them.

They wouldn't understand, they never understand.

dead. dead. dead.

That's what they want.

They want you dead.

Leave us!

is what they'll screech.

They're like vultures, the one's around you.

They wait till you're broken

before they begin to rip at your flesh.

They're like wolves.

They'll attack without a second thought.

That's why I wear the mask.

To keep myself protected.

To live.

To survive.

If they knew the truth,

well, the mask would be useless

and I would be dead.

You shall be dead.

We are dead.

Dead. Dead. DEAD.

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