Life masks itself
And unmakes me
To play in the echo of what I forced it to be
I called myself a victim
But the plans were mine
That built these empty structures from less than air.
My heart flutters like a wing
While love's toxins course my veins,
She stands in the frame of an open door.
I stare with her eyes. She's inside
But I'm just a disguise
Over what only she can see
At least that's what I tell myself
As I try again to unpeel
Her mystery.
Finally I stop peeking
And she hides herself
Behind star matter.
