Merciful Disguise

The brittle crust
has turned to dust
the one you offered me
I'm immune now
set free somehow
awash upon life's sea
you could never compete
even if we should meet
in my smallest nightmare
The days may be dull
but I keep them full
with no room for you anywhere
I planted the seeds
in dry and barren soil
the fruit they bore
a haunting eyesore
from which I did recoil
I have built a wall
that will not fall
there behind my eyes
each stone there
when I thought you'd care
a victim of your lies
wearing a mask unmoved
my own merciful disguise

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