The Meaning Behind The Mask

The way you've carved me out, leaves me breathless....

And I know hoping you'll one day listen, is just inrelevant here.

You decided, I am uninvited, at least that's what you showed....

Yet a pinching feeling in my guts, tells me I'm wrong...

The intensity of this fear, eludes the one person I was yesterday...

I can't believe that with one small glare, you discovered me...

I'm devoted to you...

The rope, today, keeps swinging,

But my hands don't want to fuss,

I grab and grab but only dispair remains...

Emptiness, vast illusions, destroyed whole...

Compared to you, I'm a thread....

But to suffocate the relevant meaning of this intensity,

That I can't do...

I write to you from the soul,

Not from this piece you all call heart...

I can't calculate the true intensity nor the why,

But I can tell you, I'm in pain....

Eloquently I would tell,

But something's restraining me, eluding me from life...

I'm etherealized... forever....

I calculate and evacuate the words that are subliminal,

And then, I can find a reason... Me...

Drastically I recall the many moments in life,

That shatter my image completely...

This anger and fear of being discovered to you, evades me...

Try to engulf this madness, but effectively I cannot...

I fear for life's wish with my own,

For I know there's no more pain he can bring me...