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Behind The Mask

A child

Born to a life of solitude.

Longing only for the simple comforts

Of love, a warm embrace.

But finding only indifference and scorn.

Solace found in written words

But never in those spoken.

Forced to grow in darkness,

Much like a flower living out of the sun.

And still he grew...

A young man

A burgeoning mind with unsurpassed gifts.

All overshadowed by the unfathomable loneliness.

He began to realise, it would never be enough

Enough to erase what was far beyond his control.

Despair became hatred

Hatred that turned toward the only one

He had ever known or trusted ~ Himself

A glimpse of the self destructive path ahead.

And yet, still he grew...

A brilliant man

The world laid out before him

But he could no longer see its beauty

Pain and bitterness had stolen his sight.

The indifference felt his whole life

Was now his mask, one he wore well.

Shutting down all feelings.

Control became the sole purpose for his existence.

For that control, he would pay the ultimate price.

A price worth the reward, for now, it was all his.

Far too many to list, books are an addiction for me.

Rock, metal, classical, just about all music.