The Daily Masquerade

Suffocating under the layers of gaudy masks
and veneers of well-chosen words...

waiting to exhale...

to breath once again...

the air of innocence...

Going under dark water;

the undercurrents refuse to relinquish...

and I become the succulent prey.

The skies are angry...

and the thunder rages in the bitter heart...

but the placid lake stirs not

a facade of subservient

compliance...

for it too, pretends to be a servant of Man.

but still waters run deep...

and the floods yearn to burst forth.

and what will save Man?

From his foolish assumptions

and his simple delusion

that he is...

The King Of The Universe...