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...
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
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