Sunday, October 01, 2006

Cloak and Mask

Cloak and Mask

Every Morning...
Of Every Day...
I Don it...
That Pantomime Mask...
Of Comedy...
Not of Tragedy...
No... no... never Tragedy...
Never...
Hide my True Contorting and Crushed Innards...
Viscera in Pain...
Bleeding Heart...
The Sun marks the Daily Masquerade Ball!!!
That Monotonous Grand Event!
Swirling and Dancing...
To Fixed and Faked Routines...
Dance till you're Dizzy...
Nauseous...
Tired...
Worn Out...
In Pain...
Then Luna will give you the Permission to
Unmask!!!
Unmask!!

The heavy Fabric drags me...
Yet hugs me with Painful Melancholic Comfort...
For no one sees me...
Haha!!! No one at all...
Yes, the fabled Cloak of Invisibility...
I Swirl in its Dark Warmth...
Funny how the Pain it brings is so...
Familiar...
So Day by Day...
I cloak myself...
Let the Cursed Fabric fuse into me...
It'll become my own skin...
One that might no be Husked or Shed...

Let No One Join Me...
In This Cloak And Mask...
Masquerade Ball...
Of Pain...
Of Misery...
Of Isolation...
Of Facades...

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