His Masterpiece~

I can’t find my mask, I don’t have a face to be proud of, I’ am faceless, my broken identity is chained away from me, I’ am no one! They abandoned me for being a burden, I couldn’t make them proud, I wandered around the oblivion, seeing all the painful scenes along the way, this desired pain was healing my soul, gathering its pieces and my cries in the scenes were melody to my heart and these pure sins were washing my body to chastise me. I’ am the forgotten masterpiece, covered by their repulsed words and with their loathing stares were filling me with sorrowful feelings that created feral and despised thoughts, but he was different, he liked every despaired piece of me, I was his art, he saved me after I was alone and abandoned, he adored these combinations of feelings within me. He said I was special in my own way, his eyes were filled with hope and grace, his light woke me up from inside, he helped me to find my mask as the chain broke and my identity crawled back in me. I adored my devil who brought a light in my life, I’ am his masterpiece!