People wear many different masks for many different reasons. Does the man make the masks or do the masks make the man?
The Artist
Your brush of pain
A lash of red
The color bleeds
Stains your hue-less heart
The Magician
Faceless you lie without lips
To see is to believe
Blindfold me
You are the illusion
The Lover
Lips like starshine
Pull me to darkness
Suck my breath away
Feed your soul
The Child
Fears no consequence
Toys left broken on the floor
Playtime is over
No one to love you anymore