The Mask
The Mask
When you see that blank look on my face
Like that of deserted clay
I am preparing a mask with eyes that you can drink and a mouth that you can lead astray
Though you must never try to take it off for you will find a tear that never quite reaches my eye and learn of a dawn without its sunrise
Behind the mask is a locked up room of emotions laid out on a motionless floor
To some they look like broken glass
But to those who have slid their hands into my darkness, they have found reluctant light to afraid of burning brightly for fear that it won't last
But let me wear my mask and I will tempt pieces of your heart with carousels of silver from my oppressed tongue, take all your rage and anger into my own veins until your numb
In return, I will ask that you save a kiss for me that says there's no tomorrow
Then slowly pull this knife from me as there's no more time to borrow. Mark ward