Darker Puppet

Painted mask
Red and black
Stripes crisscrossing
The surface

Bloody eyes
Staring, staring
Never blinking

In his death
In that moment
All he could see
Was the mask
He had worn
All his life

Full of regrets
And bullets
He no longer
Had the strength

Darkened Angels
And Demons
Dueling within

Slipping away
Into infinity
Into nothingness
Was sweet release
As the mask fell.

Written in February of 2016. First shared on Medium there.

© 2016 Christopher Mahan