Do you
feel that?
That ghost
touch
Of soul
freezing whispers.
I can.
You don't
know
But it is
death passing.
I can see
the crawling hate in the world,
Creatures
that gibber in blank insanity.
I am one
of them.
Trapped
behind this mask,
It is
unbreakable and impassive.
What you
see of me
Everyday
is what I really hide behind.
Not real
I can feel
Death
passing.
My mask is
a wall on both sides.
You cannot
and do not try to scale,
And I do
not because I cannot.
Behind the
blank porcelain
I scream
and struggle
You do not
hear
As the
crawling hate pulls me down from inside
And drowns
me in my tears
And fears
My hopes
They are
gone
Like death
passing.
I know it
is too late for me
But you
can still escape.
Leave me
and my broken mask
And
drowning dreams
Choking on
hate.
You can
never see through the veil
For now my
shroud
Of dust
and lies
Is flawed.
The sight
beyond is perfect sin
And that
which is flawed can never reveal
Things not
real
Anymore.
Do you
feel that?
That ghost
touch
Of soul
freezing whispers.
You don't
know
But it is
death passing,
My death.
Goodbye.