I saw them writhing under the restraints I’d caught them in. I could already hear the defeat in every breath they took. I had been waiting years for this moment! Taking every delicious moment I lent down close to their head, “how does it feel hero? Doesn’t it just burn to know I’ve won at last” I was enjoying this moment too much. Could you blame me? Every time I was close to my plan they were one...

From our cots a new,

To our graves of old

Our world has created our masks to hold

Cradled deep within our hearts we hide

Our truer selves to cry beside.

But if my heart was to discard my mask

Would I finally be seen at last

Crumbled bones lying weak before me

With skin so torn it couldn’t hold them

I wish my mask would finally be free

To show my heart beneath thee.

We grow and grow till our limb...