29 July 2012
A skull of chrome, under the moon light.
Night falls, owls call.
Claw marks left on the trees.
Building a bridge to the other side of me.
Footprints in the dirt.
Following its steps, blood & hurt.
Drug out in the cold.
Tied up. Left alone.
Bones as cold as ice cutting through the rope.
Frost bite left on my skin.
The helping hands quickly end.
The moon & the blood.
The chase & the run.
Bleeds together making it imperfect fun.
A silver blade & a spade.
Coming your way.
Run, run, run...
"Here I come.."
I'll walk and still have time to stop.
Don't trip, don't slip.
Here I am behind you.
Hearing your scared, shallow breathing.
An everyday task for the one in the mask.
You're in new territory, trying to save yourself and live through this horror movie.
Chromed plated mask.
Grave already dug.
You've fallen right into my trap.
Buried alive, smothered by the dirts hug.
The night the days beautiful mask.
I push the chrome skull mask in place.
Forever clasped.
Living behind the mask.
Behind The Mask • Opuss № I