Illusion

Flesh and bones melt into pulp,

As I lay here torn, numb and slump.

My head feels like it was cut and sewn,
Lost something i thought i truly owned.

Sliced my psyche open - to give him all,
Am rewarded with woe and pain and gall.

Blink perennial to make it vaporize,
It's placid - but then i realize.

My scooped out soul lingers about,
Runs amuck and tries to shout.

Awaken to the surrender gagging in my brain,
Ripped out my heart, bleeding down the drain.

Washed the illusion off these hands of mine,
Put on my lovely fake eyes - with their false shine.

The Masquerade Ball

These masks have to come off, not one but all,
The false faces concealed beneath this ruthless skin.

Everyday, a new masquerade ball,
Fake bodies gliding, such effortless sin.

Zombies, each one of us.
Phony smiles, pretty disguises,
Guilt, shame, sympathy, trust-
All lies in motley shapes and sizes.

A fleeting glimpse of forethought i seek,
An unfeigned twinkle of the eye,
This venom, such acid, draw my senses meek-
Not a scruple found, nor a mortified sigh.

These masks, these cloaks, these drapes, these robes.
Melted malign these parasites soak-
Gnawing, eroding every fleck of truth,
Seeping deep - all soul uncouth.

A freedom delayed, an exemption denied,
This clinging grime is a bounded dose.
Persist and lose all in sight.
Resign and attain a content repose.