behind the mask....

behind the mask....
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. ...You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.” - The Lizard King

Saturday, August 26, 2006

sometimes
the fairy dances on the flame
as i stand mesmerised
while the planet goes out of orbit
as your memories whirl past my being
again am refusing to let go of you
the flickering flame
plays hookey with my senses
the flashback pulls me down to a corner
as you smile in the shadow on the wall
as i try to find the strings
with which you push and pull me
the shadows on the wall
keep crawling to the forefront
will to pounce on the soul unsated
as the candle burns itself down...

Monday, August 21, 2006

under the burning umbrellas...

the fish bowl is empty
paintings going black n white
rickety table
screams in the corner
my worlds been rocked
shaken and stirred
i wasn't the kind
but just couldnt know
when i grew addicted
you being my poison
a thresholds been crossed
the voilet blood stains
announce the verdict
as i twist and turn
in this cage of steel
deceiving myself
into believing
the penance is over
now
am crawling in the dark
for the lights to free me
the inferno chasing me down
with the virgin truth
to which you hold the key
i keep crawling on
as the moonlight fades
another night
gone to the butchers
now here i am
with a pounding heart
standing once again
under the burning umbrellas...