Masks

[Wheez]

Once upon a time lived a boy.

A quiet boy
A loud boy
A scared boy

And every so often he wakes with the world pinned to his chest.
A world of sinners and saints and lonely people wearing their friendly masks.

"It hurts," he thinks, "to wake up these days."


A quiet boy grows
A loud boy softens
A scared boy learns

And still, every so often, he wakes with this world pinned to his chest.
Aging liars, kidnapped queens, and lonely people still wearing their friendly masks.


Today the boy did not rise.

The quiet boy; lost
The loud boy; silenced
The scared boy; taken

And now no more the world shall live; no more skin will break.
Dead poets, dying kings, and a million masks upon the ground.

[Boring Pop Song]

i like this a lot

[Andy]

Creative, but not my style, if you catch my drift.

[Wheez]

i like this a lot

Haha it's a good feeling not to get called the suck.
Thanks


Creative, but not my style, if you catch my drift.

It's cool. Thanks for reading it though.

[SLADE775]

It's uneasy and a little strange.

But decently structured.

[Wheez]

It's uneasy and a little strange.
How do you mean? Haha, in otherwords, is it uneasy in the good way, or not?

[swirlofhues]

Once upon a time lived a boy.

A quiet boy
A loud boy
A scared boy

And every so often he wakes with the world pinned to his chest.
A world of sinners and saints and lonely people wearing their friendly masks.

"It hurts," he thinks, "to wake up these days."


A quiet boy grows
A loud boy softens
A scared boy learns

And still, every so often, he wakes with this world pinned to his chest.
Aging liars, kidnapped queens, and lonely people still wearing their friendly masks.


Today the boy did not rise.

The quiet boy; lost
The loud boy; silenced
The scared boy; taken

And now no more the world shall live; no more skin will break.
Dead poets, dying kings, and a million masks upon the ground.

Sweet line.