Shipwrecks
and underwater ruins

Dressed as shiny
moons and stars

That shimmer
for the sandpipers

When the sun drops her guard
and shows a little skin

broken
surroundings
hidden
underneath
discrete skins
flat spots
drowning in
superficial
layers of
constricted
capillaries
walls
embed in
bleached skin

made of
salty tears
and eggshell
crystals
cutting out
the wafting
of diurnal
light-blue
ozone

resistant
coating
burning on
crusted
cheek
beneath
thin
recalcitrant
cuticles

forcing into
lamping
layers of
red-blue-
purple-yellow-
green-white-
ecchymosis
symptoms
just­if­ying
on its own

Hues of onyx fill the hemisphere,
                                   daylight sets artificially..

The glacier of life floats breathless,
          more mass underneath..

Beauty now drowns for profit...

Do you think it's too late for me?
I mean, am I doomed to be
The person that I am?
It's not too late for me
Is it?

I need you to tell me
That it's not too late
I need you to tell me
That I'm a good person

I know I can be selfish
And narcissistic
And self destructive but
Deep down, underneath all of that
I'm a good person

And I just need you to tell me
That I'm good

"Your smile ,
I your eyes it shows
When you laugh,
The whole world knows

You can light up the room"
Is what they say
But it's all a costume
Just put up for display

The smile I put up
Hides the pain I push down

The laugh I force through
Hides the cry I withdrew

This mask i put on
Doesn't hide the true me
It only hides my anguish,
My pain, so no one can see

Some people might think
It's a demon controlling me
Dressed up in costume
of an Angel to be

But my demons do not control me
They are stuck in my head
They can't control the mask
Only the thoughts instead