|WEEKLY FEATURE : 20h of May|
Keep Taunting MeI hate how well this mask fits me. I've worn it for so long.Keep Taunting Me by Darkest-Jade
It's fused to me, becoming more me than I am.
Who I've become is not what lies beneath.
Who you see is not who rots beneath the mask.
I want to tear it away.
Even knowing the flesh will tear with it.
Pulling away every layer and those that lie beneath.
Leave nothing but the bone, cracked and broken.
Every inch of me is hatred.
Every part of me is fire.
I want to burn it all.
I want all to feel the rage.
But. . .
I'll keep it on.
I'll wear it for some time longer.
I'll bear it for another day.
But know... this is what lies beneath.
This is what is all what I keep chained up.
In that cold. Harsh. Dark. Horrible dungeon of the mind.
Held back on the leash, that may only hold so long.
So keep taunting, for the truth is...
I don't want to hold it back anymore.
the Tree-lined PathThe shady path that winds from the hill to the village, bordered by two uninterrupted rows of secular poplars, was the silent witness of the dreams of my youth, its trees the protectors of my first love.the Tree-lined Path by ForestoFairies
She was my world: the only white streak in the middle of a forest of brown hair reminded me of the shape of the tree-lined pathway, her green irises the grass of the hill; her beauty was natural and clean, as her heart, and the land of Italy that gave birth to her.
Our love had to be hidden, because I was the son of Baron, so we met only in the shade of poplar trees.
I was twenty-one when, at the risk of being disowned by my family, on a bend knee I asked her to merry me.
She refused and confessed to be not a mortal woman, but the spirit of the tree-lined path, and that according to the laws of the ancient gods, to marry would mean certain death for both; then she fled.
Mad with grief and anger, I set fire to the trees and threw stones on the path, shouting and railing against its crue
You said you'd burn bridges for meI broke my bonesYou said you'd burn bridges for me by Tangled-Tales
in the end
as I burned,
the only answer
was it you
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....a black and white picture
....black clothing,make up etc.
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