The mist covers the streets
Only the moon
Reflects the hidden faces of those
Passing on by
Heading to the river
To drown in sorrow
Or to wash it all away
As the tears float down the river
Which churns westward
To find itself in the eternal sea.
I try to see their faces
But it is alas,
A failure for they covered themselves
In their demonic ways
They pretend to be saints
Yet they come to the river from the forests
That are left in a blaze
From the very sins that only angels are
Capable of committing.
All and their mothers mother will deny
Such sacrilege of the forest,
Full of innocence bliss
But the flame is melting their masks
Along with their face
So a new mask is born
Upon the retched faces
One of the ashened skeletol portayal
Of the darkness lying within us all
For we all are these sinners that I see before me
And my face burns too
The pain to much for me to take
Roiling, boiling, toiling
The flames now on the oil crested ground
Leap onto my back ,
Causing the clothes to burn through
Until the skin is nothing but scrap cloth
Flapping in the wind
To send myself flying into the moonlight
Only to fall like Icarus
Only I am his darker conterpart
For as we advance
We only move to self distruction
Or better yet suicide.
So fall into the ocean
Where you shall find me
Resting with my mask
Looking into the mirror that
Reflecting my image that is battered and tarnished
What have I done to myself?
For I am beyond recognition
And have lost myself,
For I don't see me
But something darker
Something horrid and grotesque
What have I done?
© Copyright 2017 Shinjutsu Kage. All rights reserved.
Paste the link to picture in the entry below:
Paste the link to Youtube video in the following entry:
Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Make sure your selection starts and ends within the same node.
An annotation cannot contain another annotation.
There was an error uploading your file.