Faceless- Adam Sana

A conspiracy unraveled,

indulgence ever telling,

choking on a piece of cake

not worth the endeavor of serving.

A menacing frame of mind

with an unsteady house

swaying at the base,

cracks piercing through.

With a faceless sentiment

and a glass brimful of wine,

I sit on my throne of thorns

and drift silently to sleep.

Cards drawn and layed out,

immutable, eyes crossed out

betwixt my fate and freedom,

jealousy, my ancient island of greed.

My soul subjugated by my counterpart,

a counterfeit, a forgery of a man

molded by a mask concealing nothing,

but vacant sunken eyes of defeat,

for ignorance is blissful to my ears.

The aroma of the valley has been replaced

by the enduring fires and the stench of ash,

for I am burning up inside,

for I need to shriek, I need to cry out.

A deathly ghost skinned alive

wearing the red crown of hatred,

misery at the center, with the agony of losing

my honest heart that is buried in chains.

The whispers just beyond the black door

echo within my chamber of nightmares,

dissonant, perennially forgotten meanings

scattered along the walls of my hollow brain.

I must refine myself, I must improve,

these voices cannot reach me just yet.

For now, I will snatch another slice of cake,

and wish upon the day I decide to spit it out.