An influx of pain
inside the magma chamber heaves,
intrinsic pangs
resonating, pulsating deep,
sinks soon into my crust
of extinct thought.
Words remained
like dormant lava, viscosed
hardened, stiff and benign
for years and years inside.
Yet searching endlessly
a trail to let out passion.
Will the crater ever erupt
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long ago i buried my emotions
under the crust of my custom made smile
no matter what i feel
the smile remain fixed on its place
i have hidden myself
under an impeccable mask
all the emotions,all the feeling remain buried inside
at night when i'm lonely
i face myself in the mirror
unmask
my face feels raw,burnt
under the weight of mask
A creation gave birth to another creation-this much only what I can say!
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