Empty

There are no heroes 

There is no one to admire 

Pretty Art 

Is better 

Anonymous 

Can not trust a stranger 

Can not trust a known 

Can not believe the poetry from your lips 

Disguising the monster 

There are no heroes 

There is no one with out a mask 

An honest heart 

The words I love that built worlds in my mind 

Have tainted 

My own heart and awakened a distrust 

I long thought healed