Man without a face...

A hologram of my tears
I used to see him standing here
every night hugging my fears
I could see through his chest
where my agony was destined to rest
dissolved in his invisible flesh

He didn't have veins like me to cut
so he bled his misery into my gut
where they were laid to rust.
I shred my deafness for his mouth to seek,
for a face like me
which no one else could see..

In the loop whole of time that night we talked empty
words like friends
I don't know if we were two souls of one world or two
worlds of one soul but we did blend
as if he wore mirror instead of clothes where my
image resided, paying no rents
it came as a surprise
he could speak into my eyes
a long long time ago,
a story left untold...

(inspired by David Bowie's song man who sold the
world)