Sinister
Sinister
Is it like a flavor yearning to be tasted
or an addiction that slowly takes control,
a gift waiting to be presented
promising to fulfill your soul?
Behind the veil lurks an answer
to a question that remains unasked,
so you exist in its shadow
in fear of being unmasked.
Beauty catches the eye
innocence sings its song,
the stench of weakness smothers
like an infection being passed along.
An image of fantasy entices
where the greenest grass grows,
barriers cease to exist
in places none dare to go.
Lost in the picture of perfection
the world of illusion becomes real,
the unspoken shatters the mask
leaving the face of weakness revealed.
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