Published by The Metaworker on January 23,2017.
I reveal the parts I want you to see
you think you know me
ugly thoughts inside my head
mourning at the side of a haunted bed
hands of red
I smile as though I had never thought
fondly of death like an old friend
do you wonder what names
have escaped my lips in screaming fits?
‘God’ fills the darkest spaces
no confusion of names or faces
it penetrates my skin
the electric heat of your hands
there’s no mistaking it
you don’t know
masquerade is what I do
you count my lovers (demons?) on one hand
I count them on two
how can you tell if I love you?
love, like hate, is a state of mind
at a point in time
tomorrow is another day
the song will play
even the brightest stars are sure to fade
as will you, with time
but I smile and say I’ll love you forever
you’ll always be mine
I masquerade because I know
in the end, you’ll be the one to go.