Mask Unmasked

To become or not to become a renegade, 
or to die or not to die for a semi-god? 
These were some of the questions 
thrown at an incomplete script. 

What elevated you to a celebrity? 
Your hump or deep wrinkled groans? 
Age is abating, abattoir is empty. 
Exile from the past is over. 
When you intend to comeback to childhood 
and become a simple star? 

Behind the mask lies the embrace of death 
I am afraid the flames will engulf, 
the genius of pathways. 
Everything will turn into obsolete gossip. 
A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure 
bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.