Under the Phantom’s Mask

I tore at my flesh tonight
As I have so many times before
All the while, no real intent
There is no will in me to harm
But my skin is vile, rotten
A reality of my own design.

How did this start
A single itch
I could never resist
This lack of… what?
I see flaws that I must claw out
What heals is torn anew
Only to create scars

I am shunned by my own end
Hidden away, remaining only for me
The soul actor of cruelty
No one must be tempted by this
To delve into this dark lair
That was once a beacon of light
A master of illusion, am I

Like fate is on my side
He shows me my foolishness
So easily lead by beauty
Such flawless skin must be divine
Their kind words always tickle at my ear
The mind does not give up easily

So it is, my most recent purpose
The reality is as it always has been
You, with him
You have someone, not I
And you smile, and so I now must
Awaiting my next self-inflicted scar

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