A poem that I wrote to be a sequel for the mask.

A poem about the fake smiles which are put on.

It’s what I do best.

Some petals of the flowers work as death traps for insects that are excited about the opportunity of having nectar, without realizing that the well blended crab spider is waiting to hug them to death.

A poem about love that hides.

The truth would set my demons free.

The shadow boy.

Poem about the game, Peek-A-Boo.

We all have hiding tendencies, ain’t it right?

Just ranting..