Mizpah

My head is in a cage
I have difficulties facing the truth

The mask misery wears
To disguise as the good

Sometimes I can't see clear
Sometimes I feel so blind

Shouting my thoughts in the void
I will never feel alive

With mizpah, a cigar smoking nymph
Dances on my misery like an angel who has sinned

To be a bird with no wings
To fly in the bubble of recluse

I found my salvation but,
It was too dreadful to be true

This utter despair, this vacant spot in my heart
Seems like pain in never ending, remorse is on darts