• shaurya_bhardwaj 5w

    He wakes up early today,
    Throws on a mask that will alter his face.
    Nobody knows his real name,
    But now he just uses one he saw on a grave.
    He talks to the sky and says,"God is never there for me."
    He is happy,
    He is sad.
    He is suicidal,
    Or is he just a little mad?
    No one knows the real him,
    No one knows he'll die or live.
    He lives by the ocean,
    Feeds upon the leaves.
    He is a devotee of demons,
    Accused of blasphemy.
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