This poem is created for one whom I've loved, as a sibling, for more than a year, since I met her on SecondLife. She's currently going through a rough time in her life, and so... I took her pain, and my pain, my Love, and our friend's love, and I made this.
So full of depressing thoughts, we almost kill ourselves. So full of despair in our past three generations... and the next few.

and now, for the poem you have all been waiting for.


Masks of the Fallen
by David “Hawkbri” J.S.


We all have Masks,
Why we have them,
That’s anybody’s guess.
Why we live them?
Why do we become them?
Only to fall...

All I can do these days is cry,
All I wanted was to Love,
But how could I scry,
That my own little dove,
would become a hindrance,
A death of the dance,
the dance we once strove together,
now it’s flown on it’s feather.

I cannot feelings these tether,
I am a hilter-kilter running,
But this smog,
Down deep in this lowly bog,
Keeps me slow and sad,
I am so close to me,
I hurt inside,
please, someone help me!
I’ve been stabbed in the side.

I lay here, Bleeding,
Oh my Heart!
My God, where to start...?
Where do I end?
Or will I just keep going on?
Will the pain end?
Or will Love send?

There are those that Love me,
But they are not physical,
They cannot hold me,
No, not in Real Life,
Not where I feel all this strife.
But they still try,
Desperately trying to reach,
Trying to fix that in me breach.
Do they… really love me?
Or is it all part of the Mask?
In this falsehood sun,
Then I want to bask,
In a false sibling love,
I want to cry.

Copyright is to :Hawkcon: i.e. ME. do not reproduce in any way form or fashion without my consent.