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Updated on March 30, 2011

 Putrid grins attached and mounted to demon faces with teeth of jagged nails. Hide in the shadows just beneath the masks and blindfolds of the wisest of wise, ones to sit and teach our children their wicked ways, entangled in a lie of righteousness. embrace my own demon. To face this devil I have and love it in all it's blackest of black. To weild a weapon such as my own evil self, and enslave this creature I know to be inside.
What great power to posess. In control, as always. with this hidden secret we all share.
Make her mine, and chain her to the back of The Great Room. Delude myself that she is always in my grasp.
Though merely puppets are we. For truly are the slaves the masters. Hiding behind the greatest mask of all. Snipping away layer after layer until finally reaching the surface and slithering out in all their disgusting glory.
To know and understand what truly lies inside us all. These monsters lurking behind all YOUR eyes and MINE haunt my dreams each nite, and I scream, I cry, I see the real faces of those I love and live with DEMONS every day only to PRETEND I don't know that I AM ONE TOO


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    • N.E. Wright profile image

      N.E. Wright 7 years ago from Bronx, NY

      Hello Jessica Marie,

      I really like this poem.

      Well done.