Twisted perception of the black mask

Enticed?
By what I seem to be,
the surreal beauty that surrounds me.
Guarded my wires that twist
my unrallied senses , my perception;
then welcome into your reception
what exists inside my mind.

Though,
Beware!
The Shadows that take flight
into the darkness of the night,
across the fiercest winds
they fly towards me,
do they not then blur your vision?
Does not my agony beget depression?

Ultimately I am,
wrapped in a shawl of deception,
untrue to the truest, a heartless reflection;
acting the savior
does not always mean protection from harm.
Rules even in their unfairest
require for people to conform.

Sighted by the ones,
who cannot see,
a heart torn away from me;
a deep black mask
I constantly adorn;
to hide
the pristine impurity
of my soul,
to stem
the flow of bleakness
that my thoughts hold.

Behind it resides
the carbonic light head,
blinding, startling
everyone that makes an effort
to touch
cleanse
follow


My face is a dreaded entity
hated but unforgotten,
taste the blackness burning inside of me
and you will become the very thing you deplore.



May Almighty Allah the Wise, the Most Merciful, the Most Beneficient and the All-Knowing bless and protect us, Amin! All praise be to Him!

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