Wicked Heart

And beneath my sooty faceless mask always curving to a half smile, there is an everlasting frown, for I have been sentenced to bear the weight of the world on my shoulders, now, and forever.
Poe and his prose and poetry recoil at the sight of my unpleasing display.
Read and fear.
My poetic tales.
Where end grows near.


5. Come On, Dear

It's a hard concept but I'm sure you'll manage
You've already done the damage
You can cry but I'm not listening
I wait with you nervous, forehead glistening

Come on dear let's go
I'm not waiting for any no show
You're already hear so you might as well talk
Afterwords we can take a walk...
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