Masks; not the ones worn on the night of fright,
But the masks which portray false personality
And refuse to uncover our faces to light.
Such denial in agreement to a task
Plagues the principles of honesty and justice.
Although numb to the challenge at first thought,
My mind sooner found comfort in such a lot -
Apart from those whom preferred to act out the part,
Despite the option being of second choice
Not the first.
I do not condone a bleeding heart on
The ordinary basis, but such a circumstance
Is not fully aware of its prescence
Nor can it cease to beat unless
But do be warned of the mask which shields
The vital vessel. Unable to face its pitiful truth
The scarlet symbol will attempt to deny
Its orders and attempt to repair itself,
But the constant shambles it leaves behind
Prevent its full healing and must
Be tended to by an unknown source
Of truth and passion.