Mask

It whispers to me
Tattoed in my skull, the wind in my hair
Eyes of deep color and radiance
Being forced to stay awake, I swallow freedom
Peace
Until my blood runs in a violent circle
Anathema begins its course to my inner sense of purpose
As I dream I can hear it silently, It says my name
I already know I will lose
To what's unfair, to what is distant
I have already lost whatever is sane to me
Eternity plays it's dance
Rushing throughout the sea of clouds and fog
Falling delicatly
Its the start to a constant loss
A never ending lee
A barricade
A truth
Me