Baskadia

See me and you see happiness but inside I’m field with sadness.

Laughing in light.

Moaning in the night .

Smiles on my face.

Telling a fake story .

I am a walking dead.

Who might not see the next day but not frightened 

Light as it is,is happiness 

But in my position it’s torture

I know darkness is taking over and I love it.

Because it is the only place I seem to find peace

Some criticize my aim and some think I’m insane

I might be complicated 

But this is just the true me