6 December 2012
A cold smile forces wide a masquerade face, But, as soon as the lighting falls, the night will take its place, And, instead of the eyes that glint and twinkle, frigid blue, There will be, set out in circles, ashen rings intent on you.
Ashen paper mâché eyelids and a tongue of liquid grey, For there is nothing to disguise what lies beneath the light of day, And, here, behind the ashen veil, all the negatives reside, Where anything and everything can find its element and hide.
Masquerade Face • Opuss № I