Best Disguise

The same old time
The same old place
You splash some water on your face
The same old feeling of despair
A few more wrinkles lurking there...
Between the doubt and apathy
This wretched face, the map of me
Oh Frankenstein, your hounded eyes-
They are your monster's best disguise
Is he the one who you've become?
Is he your best resolve undone?
In shadow, your tormentor's lair
Commands the black pits of your stare
That shun the fierce, intrusive day-
Already you are cast away
On tides on time and hopelessness
Flotsam above your drowned distress
This rushing world, it cannot match
The slow encroach of wasteland's catch.