Behind the mask

Maplespal

 

 

If I was to die before my death,
would I be living without breath,
waiting to feel the future pain,
and would I die all over again?
Should I distantly echo a single shot,
just to end this little thought?
Enter deaths darkened side,
just to see if I actually died.
Thoughts and questions that I ask,
when I wear my faking smile mask.

 

 

 

  • Author: Maplespal (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2026 07:41
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 2


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