Special Move - Level 4: The Game of Death

The Truth Defined

I seem to wear a mask in my mouth
And it pinches at my speech
And as the truth gets filtered down
It gets trapped behind my teeth
Frustration
Struck dumb
In silence
I see the truth
It lies within disguise
Facade is shown
The pain unknown
Release the thoughts
To run their course
To speak the mind
The truth defined

Anger in this reticence
Anger must be shared
It's the hidden swords that cut so deep
This fucking mask I wear

Reap the reward of staying mute
Saying nothing
That was your last change
Going
Gone
Stay held to the mask
And you will miss all your chances
That was the last chance
The truth defined

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Writer(s): Darius Antony Claydon
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