Id
you think I laugh
on the outside
and cry on the inside.
I am laughing inside
as well.
Not the same laugh.
Not the painful smirk
stifled, dead in the throat.
The inner laugh
is the laugh of a supervillian
with desires of annihilation
reckoning
apocalypse
and the songs
that will consume the world.
The drama mask smiles
while the other cries
2 sides of one coin
comedy,
tragedy.
The comedy mask's grin
extending further,
like my own.
twisting and contorting
with sheer desire
for destruction.
trial by fire
a better place
forged from the flames
of civilization
It's only
after we've died
that we can be resurrected.
The cheshire smile,
(of any cat, really.)
ends extended upward
like a tail
ready to pounce
The glasglow smile
born of pain
and smiling upon
vengeance.
a grotesque rictus
from which the
war cry pours,
thick and black;
the very requiem
for all that is,
was,
and what
would have been.
The cry of a
child
born into
this existance.
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