I am the mask I wear
Donning faces of my own creation
Just sew them on
These aren’t even my I eyes to see through
Bloody stare

I am the mask I wear
There’s nothing there
Right down through my fragile bones
The blackness is all but there through the crimson sea
Bloody corpse

I am the mask I wear
And I don’t care that there’s nothing there
Bleeding faces every time I tear the stares away
From the bleeding hole; that lack of a face
Broken skull

I am the mask I wear
Only faces that are lined up on my walls
Bloody stares
Creatures of my own creation to be sutured on
What a lie are these crystal tears?

Crimson stares.