The mood to put this to paper
Strikes
While floating just out of the
Atmosphere
Waiting for a sign
That these flashes
Of immortality mean something
More than a hundred years of life support
Your reasons were your own
Just like Devil had his
Seeing your hand in his
Seeing your lips touch his...
Being bulletproof..
Doesn't mean shit when your heart
Is exposed to the world
I never should have taken off
The mask
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