he lived with so many faces
so many marbled masks
trapped in listless perplexity
they spoke no sorrows
but bore them as jewelry
on perfectly sculpted fingers
they have eyes of stone revealing nothing
evaporated waters
as wraiths they danced
in ghostly apathy
they rapped on doors
and stared through
stained looking-glasses
concerto of passions
breathing soul into clay
divine flames infringed
as demons deep within
his grieving empty castle
where dying stars above
expells secret riddles
no thinking man may see
he sees her in dreams
her veiled porcelain visage
haunts him endlessly
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
he lived with so many faces
so many marbled masks
trapped in listless perplexity
they spoke no sorrows
but bore them as jewelry
on perfectly sculpted fingers
they have eyes of stone revealing nothing
evaporated waters
as wraiths they danced
in ghostly apathy
they rapped on doors
and stared through
stained looking-glasses
concerto of passions
breathing soul into clay
divine flames infringed
as demons deep within
his grieving empty castle
where dying stars above
expells secret riddles
no thinking man may see
he sees her in dreams
her veiled porcelain visage
haunts him endlessly
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