Faces & mAsKS

I go to the mirror

I stare

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.

Inspired chatting to my dear R.