| Unholy Union
The face without a face is haunting my nights.
The mask of white lies beyond.
Lying awake.
Deafened by the silent aching.
The Sweetest Victory.
The Purest Ecstacy.
The Shameful Irony.
Dreams seep into reality.
Footsteps where there should be emptiness.
Sounds and Images crash in twisted carnage.
Curses live inside softly-spoken words.
Whispering darkens within.
Splinters of tomorrow pile up on the floor.
Living each day to survive the next.
Lights getting brighter.
Thoughts getting faster.
Hurricanes and burning testimonies.
Sleep is the solace that eludes me.
Hurricanes and burning testaments.
Razorblades and Rainbows.
Poisoned wings and Butterflies.
Chemicals and Bloodstains.
Bruised Egos and Broken Fingers.
X-rays and Doorframes
Wired Jaws and Bitter Cowardice.
Rusted Chains and Flame-Retardant Furniture.
Saline drips and dying lungs.
Flameout. Flameout. Flameout.
Open it up.
Open it up.
The last escape is now.
Inhalation Sedation sends us to sleep.
See it when you close your eyes.
See it reflected in every surface.
Sketch it in scars.
Surround it in stars.
I want to burn it into my skin.
I want to capture it.
And make it mine.
Cut it out and keep it.
I want to hide it in my fears.
Carve it out.
Nail it on the wall.
Skin it alive and bury it.
With one closed you can’t judge the distance.
Blindly.
Frantically.
Chaotically.
Then it is too late.
It is the face without a face.
Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back.
It follows me but it has no features.
It galls me but it has holes where eyes should be.
It devours me.
This face is the face without a face.
This face is the poison.
This face is the lie.
It’s coming for you.
Open it up and leave it.
Open it up.
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...this confession has meant...nothing.... | 
