people have ripped me,
and i tear into two-
one is the garbed face,
and the other naked truth..
As i tred on,
the walk of life;
I carry the emptiness
in which the world resides.
I see the faces changing
slowly metamorphosize,
Acting like strangers-
on the relations that survived.
The garbed face smiles,
passes through the dampness of the fucked up life.
It hits the spotlight,
blows on to Jive.
Turning the spark of monster,
to ignition bright.
The naked truth
swamps through the weeds,
fighting through every reason,
opposing its persistance.
The Truth becomes doomed,
absolute,drained,dull,exhausted and mortuary.
As the garbed face wins the chase.
