With strength to beget the faceless,
and a mask to hide the agony.
A place of solemnity,
nursed by shapeless facades.
Warmth give by the cover of darkness,
isolated from reality.
The mask hides the scars
washed by tears
driven by purposelessness.
Their texture,
so concrete to their existence,
match that of a mask of reality.
Your eyes glisten,
with memories we once had.
A twinkle like no other,
holding dear to thoughts
and feelings we mutually shared.
Your smile holds the happiness,
we felt from the greatness created.
A beautiful curve,
strengthening the ups and downs
we both experienced.
Your delightful words,
the utterance of existence;
the pleasure of our hopes and dreams,
formed into a reality
of our own.
Hopelessly, I fade your face,
Quite too stuck in this place.
Carefully I try to slow my pace,
With dreams of you in lace.
Hopelessly, I dry my tears.
Locked absolute by fears.
Seldom do I think of the years,
Instead only your face disappears.
Hopelessly, I forget all we’ve borne,
The things that you thought not to mourn.
Pretentiously stabbing like a horn,
Everything that I lorn.
Your face is an enigma,
a palpable mass of confusion,
as dense as the collagen,
extracting a faceless expression
of anguish an pity,
deranged and empty,
swallowed with lies of age,
immune to the perception
of understanding.
Not Intentionally 