The mask

The shadows disfigure the mortal form
Bent up oddities moving frantically;
All that is real fades into the nothingness
And everything is nothing, but an illusion.

Dripping, like blood, from the candlelight.
Into an open sphere that surrounds reality;
Never staying in one shape for long
Just a momentary truth and now is gone.

Any real moment in time, you must look beyond
For it is just the mask of this soceity..
Hiddin within, containing motives under the surface;
Leaves us all open for brutal assasination.