Museum Of Masked Faces - First Draft

On synthetic derelict stage of deception domain, I gyrate the split mind, ensnared by bipolarity chain. Under illusive limelight of ostentatious time, I’m entangled in machinated invasive paradox prime. In make-belief life’s drama I act with no compunction, I face fabricated faces flocking redundant in conjunction. Identity lost in conglomerate of counterfeit facades, I don’t perform by heart's prudent prompt if it pervades. In masquerading faces reflected in warped mirror, I see concealed the contorted contours of rancid rancor. With their phony pretense a conciliation role I tactfully play, my misshapen face of spite, the actor in me doesn't portray. Finding a fake place to subsist in pretend archival spaces, I’m a configured antique in the museum of masked faces.