Stained glass masquerade

Stained glass masquerade
inspired by; Jennifer Lilliston Walker

as i take a look outside...
into emptiness...
i find it... somehow the same! endless and vacant... like the echo of my name. a memory perhaps, fading into flames; unlike these -everlasting- monuments of sorrow; that may by time last, just as long as would last tomorrow...there's nothing to hold within.
you can see right through the cracked windows into my soul... should you take a look. i admit; my life isn't exactly what i would call an open book...and i admit; nothing is the same, after all that you took...its all the same yet, regardless!
regardless the charade... regardless; all that might once have been...there's complete shading over and across my skin... the terrain is rigid and uneventful...try piercing through instead of slicing and pealing it off!
try.. go ahead! you wont die...
at least... i take my time. i am interested of course, in what's beneath. these casual chords and ravaging teeth. i want to... see you naked. now here i am, half the man i used to be; before your gentle, weary eyes... i have no interest in theatrics and special effects; for i can see the blood on your hands; and on mine nonetheless...regardless the deaths... the pains... the elegies... and the memories... regardless the instantaneous corpses and dead beat... put aside the numbness of some sort...i sense... and feel; at least to a point; a few aspects of affection often taken for granted. i've always had one mask on... maybe its time i took it off!


By:
The Black Iris, of The Luminous Imperious

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

Your mind is deep and I wish to take a glance for 5 seconds at least inside. I see a man who has died inside, someone gentle wishes to make the pain go away, but she's no angel. Is she what she appears to be? I see questions, I see a person wanting to show all of his true colors and the depiction that really none of us are who we really think we are, or are we? We can all be that puppet on the string, but not for so long. Situations and circumstances - love and hate - it can come in one form and leave in another form. Questions left - but answers aren't always needed. As always, your words are powerful, I could read this and get a different perspective each time.