figments.
jump, he says,
into the strange
into the mouth of a world hidden
beneath the cool, ruthless stage
the masked faces haunt me
porcelain white with blackened eyes
glaring, resonating red
asking where the reason dies
run, he says,
away from the monotone
away from a time burried
under a grayish, clouded throne
the painted scenes cheating me
of satin and silk, scarlet and sapphire
brazen, a fool's gold paradise
asking why I'm no longer there.
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Tearful Canvas: A Collection
PoetryA book of poetry. My very own twisted sanctuary - pieces of art, history, love, hate, and everything in between.
