The Skeleton

What is underneath when the mask is removed? Nothing but a skeleton.

The skeleton within

It longs to cry

But all that comes out is blood

Bony knuckles protrude

As red drips down

And gathers around its feet

Empty eyes

Behind a fake smile

Covering over the rotting bones inside

Soulless eyes

Slowly shown in its head

As the skeleton pulls off the mask

Blood on the floor

It gathers quick

Filling the room and rising ever upward

No means of escape

The skeleton waits

With arms outstretched as despair climbs up to drown it.