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The Mask of Sanity
By Zhee
Numb these fragile senses to the pain,
Bar your doors to the frigid screams,
Nail shut the distant crevices of your soul –
That may seep to taint your vacant dreams.
Close your eyes to the bleeding visions
The maimed people in your head,
Tighten the shackles around the hands
That still long to caress the dead.
Break the cobweb ridden mirrors
Revealing your disease stricken vanity,
For how else would you ever survive –
All that crumbles behind your mask of sanity…
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Copyright 2004 Zheala
Published on Sunday, August 29, 2004.
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On Tuesday, August 28, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
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wrote:
Marvelous work indeed. I am familiar with the insane... I have seen it's true face, but managed to keep my sanity even before witnessing what I have. Still I see the horrors every day, and i'm glad that it won't overwhelm my sanity away
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On Friday, October 8, 2004, Angst Queen
(370) wrote:
a mask of sanity...so many wear such a mask
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On Friday, September 24, 2004, WinterGrave
(258) wrote:
vary nice, a piece i can relate to when i was younger.~~~Grave
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On Thursday, September 9, 2004, lordshadow
(153) wrote:
I see dead people too... so I can relate to this one. Nice write.
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A former member wrote:
Very good. This reminds me a bit of Mother Teresa when she lived in Calcutta. We need more people like you in the world to unravel our own masks. Thank you. ~Shane~
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On Sunday, August 29, 2004, Nesfurata
(58) wrote:
Wow. I'm not sure what else to say. That was so powerful and profound. -Elizabeth
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