Woman Behind A Mask

Her silky deception 

pulls seductively 

words of truest devotion, 

words I yearn to hear 

As I step through 

black ink swallows me,

grotesque trap she has laid 

soul drains, turning hollow 

A haunting melody plays through my soul 

"Hey you, lost one, show me the way" 

how can I show you out 

when I am her prey?

To the woman in the mask 

who pretends she is nice 

behind slammed doors, 

facade falls, heart of ice 

Woe me at first 

you do it so well, 

loosen my reins of control 

welcome to my hell 

Dejavu forever slams my chest 

dance of ancient times

when she pulls off the mask...

The demon whispers: "you are mine"

Back To Track Number Four

You are my foundation of chaotic thought 

The legitimate cause of my disquiet 

And I haven’t decided yet whether this is a bright day 

Or rains that intend to plant forests in my lungs. 

You’ve moved over my chest 

Leaving train tracks in your wake. 

Where are you going? 

Has my right rib told you about the 

Conundrum of my heart or not? 

Because that station hasn’t been open for service ever, 

No-vacancy signs are imbedded in my hands 

And I’m so sorry you were previously injured...trying, to unhinge the gates keeping you out. 

I had heard once that it was in the nature of stars to cross 

And I’d wonder sometimes what other shapes that burden takes 

Her face used to come to mind, 

But somewheresomehowsomeway, your face imposed right over hers 

This wasn’t supposed to be a poem about you 

This wasn’t supposed to be an honest opening  

But I can’t stop whispering 

I love you