I sit here watching the world around me
moving round in circles
round and round
carrying reality by the shoulders

I wonder what to say next
where to go, who to meet
staring at a room of anonymous personas
faux faces masking their true identities

I fall through my corpse
through my feelings, through my thoughts
into the cold and dense frame of my shadow
into an isolated world without time

from on the outside, i look in
regarding the smiles and snares
the laughter and lying
and suddenly the masks are lifted to reveal the horns and halos of saints and sinners

everything is still and cold
flowers wilt but humans don't age
and the expiration of life is replaced by the warranty of shadows