every reflection
a stranger mirrored
inducing guilt
as if not being
true to self
a mask comes off
another worn
some cracked,
some whole
some white
with nothingness
more welcoming
to wear
to embrace
what it brings
pleasure or pain,
full or empty,
anything welcomed
to feel again
strangers wander
the carnival of souls
comedy or tragedy,
each one
a monster hiding
unleashed conformity
unbridled desires
truth so seldom told
musicians wait
for the dancers to arrive
only to find
broken thespians
drinking sour wine
eyelet hollows burn to see
until the ember fades
closed eyed death
not welcome yet
age of sleep
to dream again
Awakened, dark
desires disappear
until the mask falls
will not be clear