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Nov 2013 · 621
This, My Mask
Adriana Luna Nov 2013
You know me, you claim
Unaware of the part you play in the show of your race.
It is a dance, and we are all masked,
creatures imitating mortals for generations.
You’ve willingly given your soul to come into my heart
But do you know the price you have paid?
What if I showed you my real face?
This game. This foolish game,
I am the hunter, no matter
What I want you to believe, or how hard I try to be the prey
It is always the same;
Because I am unlike your kind
I have eyes that see too much of the world for its reality
The skeletons in the closet
The demons in the street
And desperately I cling to wishes of mortality
But we are not the same
I am a free, ****** soul
You are caged, yet never are of wanting.
Not of love, which I so desperately give
To you, to the world
But loneliness is my price;
The one that I have paid.
Could I ever really have you?
Not without my mask,
And it’s already wasting away.
Nov 2013 · 859
The Price We Pay
Adriana Luna Nov 2013
Hush, little witch, don’t say a word;
They’re coming with fire and rope
To tie you to the radiator.

Speak softly, little witch,
Hide away your hat and cloak;
The cat mustn't mew in the corner,
And you must sweep the floors.

The hearts of mortals are weak,
they see shadows and devils within you.
Hush, little witch, quiet your angels.

Feed them lies, little witch,
Don’t let them see you!
The truth will not set you free, here, it will let you burn!
For all your power to do good, they are blind, little witch;
Let them see with your eyes, but pretend they are not yours.

Oh, child why are you crying?
You were born into madness
And you will die in madness,
Lest you  end in fire.

Servants of love, this is our curse;
Our horrible and beautiful curse.
I’m sorry.
This isn’t what I wanted for you,
But it’s the price we pay to be angels.
Nov 2013 · 1.1k
Hidden in Plain Sight
Adriana Luna Nov 2013
We came from the stars, you and I,
And fell to earth as angels do;
What makes a man and makes an angel?
This flesh, this bone, these eyes, this mind
All the same, but not the same
though daylight would have them deceived.

There is a secret world beyond the world you can perceive
What makes me see, yet you cannot?
What is there beyond the marble walls,
So real, so easily touchable
A mind’s eye hidden, a mind’s eye exposed
And would anyone ever know?

No.

I play the part all too well
Human sees the monkey, human imitates the monkey
Angel sees the human, angel imitates the human.
I wish that you could see that you are an angel, too.
I wouldn’t have to be so afraid if you knew.
Wouldn’t have to hide my face
No fear of death, no fear for the safety of my kind.

But you do not.
Please, awake,
else I must bear this secret to my grave.
Hidden in plain sight.

— The End —