I gaze
deep beyond my brown windows
it is dark and void and light gets trapped
I see the mirror
and in the mirror lies a face
the face of me
one, of the many that I wear
but long has been since it was mine
behind these faces that I wear
lies bones, and flesh, and silence…
…a man, vile and concealed,
from me from you
and those th’art near.
I’m OK
I am just fine
But deep, twist coils like snakes, my soul
and thoughts drown it so gently’n
poisons.
Today I’m
using my face No.3
all happy and cheerful
so magically
Façade the pain in veils of smiles,
no mourn dwells here
just fun and wild
and Happy
al’round.
At down
a face so young so ‘pure’…
With eyes like coloured jewels
strewn across its face
and twisted lips, like luscious lies,
Embellish its fine shades
At noon
a face of vice delight
That lets you not, plunge beneath the surface of
the eyes.
At night I picked somewhat a treat
a face of morbid sights,
Like shadows
fall
beyond the pale of glass-like floors
were freedom dwells not evermore.
One, two, three … two
hundred and four
Each day, each month, each passing year
A new face for each moment’s call…
Sometimes so fast I change my masks
that my hands fade
and seem a blur
like angel wings in front of gods
or smoke and dust at twilight.
I dare not close, not for one glimpse, my eyes
Fearing,
not to crush between my eyelids,
this World of mine
to hear it not, as it shatters loudly
like a peanut between the teeth.
How long will I be able to
steel away from sleep?
How long will I be able to
keep it alive?
Behind my many masks and faces,
empty truth and demons lie
Behind the rosy tinted smiles and laughter
grins of devilish gazes fill the empty spaces
of the mirrors of my broken sea of souls
in which
in past
some light had shone
but now its dead
and dark
and all that’s
left
is a cupboard filled with
faces.
