Veiling Masks
I stand so far and silent as I become invisible to the ever growing crowd, an atmosphere of consciousness building thoughts into an idea formulating like a cloud, I can see all the scared eyes concealed behind every veiling mask, a sequence of smiles and personality reflection where most dishonestly bask; Iv'e spent endless nights alone with a million questions to ask. Insanity shapes as chemical consumption psychologically rapes, enter my mentality but know first there are no escapes. The silent suffering seems to bring a smile, comforting darkness from a self imprisoning exile, glancing through the eyes capable of seeing truth beyond mask's of denial. maybe a blessing, perhaps a curse, analytically obsessing, a mind unveiling thy universe. The embryonic earth so majestic and frail, the womb so caressing and warm; Where only darkness has managed to prevail, I watch the destruction from the eye of the storm.
Copyright © Alex Hoag | Year Posted 2011
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