The Mask:
I wear it...
Stopping for a rest
often has nothing to do...
It is a bright day, but the faces are sullen.
The wind changes direction every so often...
I’m done being nice about it.
You don’t listen, you just talk...
We danced around, way back when,
I would leave, but always came back again...
When you're holding on
Without a grip on life, it...
A perfect world!
Wouldn't it be nice...
A heart so full it spills
It leaks...
Electric magma rises as the phoenix-
Longingly recalls the sweet words of agony...
I am muting life it’s muting me
Echoes bounce where no one sees...
In the Mirror...
I am muting life
So life can mute me...