Masks
If I keep having pieces of me taken away,
my mind will spiral down into the
emptiness my soul has left behind.

I am forced to keep finding faces
that I can wear among the crowd.
Riddled with bullet holes, I have
less and less masks.
Soon I'll have nothing else to wear,
but blank eyes and dead smiles;
the caricature of nonexistence.

Stripped bare and tossed into the currents,
like a bottle in the waves,
hollow with a message
faded and forgotten.
The world crashes down and I find myself
misplaced in the endless sea,
that pulls me into the
bottomless black and blue
depths of my lungs.

Slowly, I fall into the night.
Closer to darkness, closer to home.
Memories hover at the fringe of oblivion,
wanting to be a part of the illusion.
They lost themselves to a revelation,
a thousand faces in constant motion.
I became them and they became me.
A phantasmagoria of velvet divisions,
woven with a common thread of deceit.
I masked the crowd
And the crowd masked me.

A/N: Undertones of the music I listen is evident in the theme(s) explored here.