.
These lies
Overlapping each other
And day by day
They grow upon on another
Until a mask is formed
And you cannot see behind those shells
Thos burdens of honor that was left behind
Tight between with graps that face inside
And squeezes the guilt out
Until it is pruned of evil
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!
