This mask I've donned is a smiling one,
And knows no other form.
It turns my rain to a happy sun,
And icy cold to warm.
I doff it in the solace of night,
When all eyes but mine close.
And soliloquy to dying light.
The walls will know my throes.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 3:28 AM UTC
This mask I've donned is a smiling one,
And knows no other form.
It turns my rain to a happy sun,
And icy cold to warm.
I doff it in the solace of night,
When all eyes but mine close.
And soliloquy to dying light.
The walls will know my throes.