Final

Sickeningly, misplaced silence But there is a wall of brutal, cruel whispers Resting in the space between your eyes You are my masterpiece, constructed of screams My smile, it is carved into the night painted on my window I've been branded a slave By pure madness, I have been claimed I'd relish in the sight of this nightmare burning to ashes Deliberately mocked by that which I have summoned In illusion, it is depicted Beneath the wicked, beneath the noose I stand Metaphorically I see My hanging rope, braided