The weight // of the mask // grows heavier // with each // convincing lie


poetry by LadyDarkrage


Poetess LadyDarkrage inspires me. She looks at her darkness and unleashes it ever so truthfully and gently. She injects yang into the yin and by doing so she keeps a certain amount of balance. Though burdened by her darkness, I imagine her as a brilliant colour.


I was dead inside
My spirit shattered
Laying in a heap on the ground
Until I felt his warmth

excerpt form her poem Angel’s wings

also on twitter @LadyDarkrage