Behind the Mask by Mockery It's cold today, my reflection says, A mocking look in his scalpelled gaze, Ice outside and ice within Polite restraint worn paper thin, Frigid eyes and razor sneer, Friendly folk unwelcome here: Today my twists are raw and splayed, A restless, poisoned cavalcade - All I was: dissolved to dust, Beating heart slowed down by rust; The future's written in the sand: A tool that fits some other's hand; This, it seems must be my task: To lose myself behind the mask... But still, inside, I know it's true I'd come back to the light for you. The End mockery@the-rookery.org.uk

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