FakeA Poem by The dark Hydra
Bow for the blow
bow to the ax bow your head in sleep. Go to sleep and never wake from this toxic world that's all too fake. Something,something strange brewing in the darkness. Are you ready for the change? Freaks that shreek in this black and white world that's all too bleak. I name you fake hiding behind a pretty face. A mask of darkness brewing behind those eyes. Covered by a mask, some makeup and your lies. Who are you when i strip away your face? A mock, a clown, or a mimic in a dangerous place. Feast on the pain. Feast on the sorrow. Feast on the poor mans riches and you'll end up swimming with the fishes. As night drapes it's cool dark capes. Out comes the full moons glare. Out comes the werewolf hidden beyond your stair.
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