I hide in this mask
Screaming
Outside, as they roam, they feel pain
They trip and they fall
And they howl in the night
But out there
There is light
Sweet soft light
The kind that brushes your face
And holds you close
Out there they have seasons
Where grass grows between the garden stones
Then the sun dries it
And the leaves and snowfall cover it
But not in here
Here is a seasonless night
Nothing grows but my hate
Nothing dries, not even my eyes
And nothing falls to the ground but my weak body
Did she ever have to leave
She saw only what this hell
But not what she could make it
And now it has fallen into disrepair
As did the rest of the world
She shunned me
I fell ill at heart
The death and depression filled me more than ever
I saw the world blackout
And all sounds fade around
But the last thing I ever saw
Was her face
Her longing desiring face
That wanted me back
But I left her
And though it seems only right
After she left me
I hurt her
Why did it have to be then?
Why couldn't I die a moment later?