THE BOOK OF LIFE

I come to you
arms laden with masks,
paper thin
and translucent,
pages of my delusions
laid out before you,
stripped in the truth
of my own eyes,
peeled back with shaking hands,
shedding
cosmetic layers
of youthful folly
and self praise.
Naked I stand
with this final veneer
of my soul,
in a desert of dreams
where the sands erode
all mirages seen,
and my identities
played in this theatre
are all laid to rest.
This mask
I now wear
is the last one I’ve got,
I cannot peel it further back,
only Death
can now uncover
this final illusion.

THE BOOK OF LIFE

Cosimo Piro

Joined October 2009

Artist's Description

this is to accompany the fine work that RavenSoul created here

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