Faceless
the faceless man sat there as the tears poured down his expressionless cheeks.
he reached his hands up to his face and finally realized he was weak.
the faceless man sat there trembling crying invisible tears.
no one could ever help him because no one could see his fear.
the faceless man sat there not being able to bare it anymore.
he up and tore at his face ripped it pore from pore.
and when he stood there a bloody tattered mess,
he collapsed in joy for he was no longer...
faceless.
Copyright © Jade S | Year Posted 2010
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