Persona Non

When I stepped into the shadowsFather was there to greet meNot with a hug or smileBut with the stern unquestionable command. So I went, programmed as ever toFollow, never given the option toLead, even when the madness tookHim, he puppet-ed me behind the ink stained mask In ways familiar, the broad backHiding scars belying his... Continue Reading →

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