#third face

[thirdbelow]

personality prediction

[somewritingthings]

Demons

Cracking skin, tattering nerves, broken bones

To what do I owe this shattering form?

Is it just a passing dream, one you wake from in ‘marrow’s gleam?

Or a curse bequeathed by a wicked beast, to trap and cage a beating beat?

Is it a hymn, a cry, or a scream? Which wakes the gashes from their seams?

Cracking skin, tattered nerves, broken bones

To what do I owe this splintering form?

Cracking skin: a gap for many to bare their seeds. A gift from those not willing to receive.

A spot for their darkness to shrine like the moaning sea. To open and slash a new face never seen.

Creating crevices for many more. So noticeable it can no longer go ignored.

No lotion, no drug, no moisture can purify the crippling cracks. It’s left to corrupt:

Left to show such unsightly truth

Tattering nerves, broken bones

To what do I owe this fragile form?

Tattered nerves: weakened with each breath as if to break a seal. Each word rips into the unseen.

A place where only the deepest shield lies beneath. A mere lock without any keys.

The wall encased a green-eyed beast. One which breaks the red string like a simple sheet.

No medicine, no plant, no training can repair the beckoning nerves, Its left to decay:

To show such demonic urge

Broken bones

To what do I owe this splitting form?

Broken bones: snapping support with each destructive word. A fragmented voice for a silent remorse.

A place where no bright light will reach. A hazy glare with a lack of care. The pain is constant, unwavering, unending.

It snaps like a twig, till one is left with a ghastly shell. A shadow, a ghoul, of pain withheld.

No cast, no stitches, no time can repair the crackling bones. Its left to fester:

To show such inner turmoil.

Cracking skin, tattering nerves, broken bones

To what do I owe this shattering form?

Is it just a passing dream, one you wake from in ‘marrow’s gleam?

Or a curse bequeathed by a wicked beast, to trap and cage a beating beat?

Is it a hymn, a cry, or a scream? Which wakes the gashes from their seams?

Self-loathing, Jealousy, and the third face unseen

Are the true demons

In a less

Than

Demonic world.

[thirdfacemirror-blog]

Third Face Mirror

The Japanese say you have three faces. The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family. The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.

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Third Face

by rubys91

Guys like Liam were wound up so tight and maybe that's exactly what drew Zayn in about them; the thrill of the chase. The fact that they were such fucking prudes. Maybe it was the birthmark that rested so cynically on his Adam’s apple which bobbed up and down whenever he took a drag of his beer. Maybe it was the fact that Liam hadn't really taken his eyes off of him since he arrived. But of course guys like him would never actually admit to something like that because they were straight. But Zayn knew exactly what those stolen glances meant. Liam was into him. So fucking into him it was almost pathetic. The thing is, Zayn knew guys like Liam, with broad shoulders, letter jackets, and perfect girlfriends. With sticks so far up their asses they could barely walk straight. But Zayn could work with stolen glances and curious eyes. After all, it wasn’t like he actually liked the guy, more than he wanted to fuck him.

Or AU where potdealer Zayn is jock Liam’s dirty little secret.

Words: 312, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Danielle Peazer

Relationships: Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: First Time, First Kiss, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Time Bottoming, First Time Topping, Drugs, Alcohol, allthefirsts, Alternate Universe - College/University

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