Rolling eyes that hide the wounds

A stranger to one self,
complete with stalking shadows and masks of masquerade

Salty tears invade the scars,
burning these painful moments,
prevent the proper healing.

A numbing blank stare arrives,
as cold as a murderer's heart,
my eyes now blind to beauty.

The path ahead is quicksand,
each step an exhaustive journey

Fragmented I may be, but quitting is not inside me.