The fire ruins its own altar,
with the silence that slits the air.
How can a heart beat in two rhythms(?)
like a prayer, like a curse.
She was my calm
my chaos.
My heaven.
My hunger.
You...
you’ve seen me crack
and stitch myself in shadows.
Tell me mirror
am I man
or just the ache of a smile(?)
Behind me the masks wait...
The lover.
The liar.
The coward.
The beast.
The child.
The fool.
The saint.
And one - empty
that does not blink.
Each one a face
I’ve worn.
Each one a name
I've torn.
The walls are cold
as I stand hugged in its darkness...
Not with love.
Neither hate.
Just silence.
Peaceful.
Terrifying.
You’ve seen me bare.
When even my breath was a lie.
Tell me mirror...
which mask is me?
