It’s the devil
It’s the devil
By: Nix
Pointing to the cracks
And all that we lack.
It crows out a dark laugh
Cutting one in half
The red slash taunting
No,
It’s not daunting?
Why do they smile at us?
When all we do is fuss
all of them– they're the same
Crying wolf–
We–
we are to blame
Dolling up,
as if it wasn’t
Mucked-up
But of course
the facade must stay
After all—
We wouldn’t want to stray.
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