• The Mask my mother wore:
    This is the mask,The mask she wore,As she danced with her swords,And cast her spells of deceit on every men that we had to meet...they hurt me,they beat me,but nothing can attest to the sins she had lain upon my young mind,she lied,she stole,she created this evil,this evil that i am,i cannot stop,i am just like her,so similar,so cold,why did she lay such a heavy burden upon my soul?i don't want to quit,no its already over,i will hide in my mind till it is all said and done,what happened,what was this,this feeling inside,maybe it is just another lie,no it might be true,i must try harder,maybe if i try i can see farther,it is something i think its called love, i felt it with her till she threw out my heart,now this one has come along,should i chase it or let it pass by,no i think i will run,i want it all,every single bit of this love,it feels so good,i finally feel alive,now its dark,and even darker inside,my love has been lost,now what will i find,will i find love,again one day,i think not,perhaps its all just fake,i should just take my life to undo this mistake,the life they gave me,its not worth a dime,without this life maybe i would feel fine,i think a new life will suit me quite well,so i should think up a new name, a new face, a new tale,i thought it all up,now i can put on this mask,this mask she once wore.... ~luke messmer