The World of Myth Magazine

I paint a pretty picture, of oceans vast and blue.
I mix the words of happiness into something that feels true.
I greet the world with smiles, despite what I believe.
I hide the real emotions from which I tend to grieve.
I wear the mask of serenity, like a calm relaxing sea.
But such a thing is just a lie of my real identity.
Beneath the flowing rolling waves, rests a chasm dark and deep.
An unholy place where a monster hides and my lonely soul can weep.
It gathers in my fragile strength with a broad and toothy grin.
There is no run, there is no hide, the beast will pull me in.
I can not conceal what lies inside, I've lost the power and will to try.
I lay black flowers by my feet at the death of my third eye.
With such a force, it pulls me down.
Under its dreadful grip, I will surely drown.
Darkness clouds the delicate mind.
It fears the emotions it might find.
A desperate gasp for precious air.
The maelstroms pull is too much to bear.
I sink into a void of fragile isolation.
Where I no longer lament my coming damnation.
When all is gone, I find that I'm alone.
I can no longer fake the smile that I've shown.
Who I've become is not what they see.
This hell inside is what's killing me.
I'm too far gone, they can't console.
I can never get back that light in my soul.
I have fought and lost against dark mental trials.
I have nothing left as the leviathan smiles.

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