At Peace In Hell

You like picking open sores
While the quietness of your home gives you a sense of completion
A life well spent, within your years
Liberation from a body; liberation from a cage
Never knowing, always wailing
The bile eeks its way out
The whispers are diminishing
You, falling, the curtains sway with every breath you take
The painful choices...
And you think about how it is absolutely terrifying to be alone
But ready the stars
The last light and now the dark
...Of the masks you wеar in this world
I have one built called "Infinity"