Mask of Tragedy
They screamed of pain of horror,
of pure rebellion of the soul against all things,
faces twisted in torment,
like the mask of tragedy graven,
on the arch of each brow,
blood seeping through the rhythm,
of each pain taking breath,
making them feel lonely,
weaving together the past and present,
like dinner caught in a spiders' web.
By starstruck13
© 2009 starstruck13
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