Prose about masks and insecurity |
Deus Personis I stand beside myself, surrounded by mine friends; Their masks, ever changing, their faces, banished from sight. They speak in tongues familiar to me, but their words are but white noise to my ears. I stand beside myself, surrounded by mine monsters; They shuffle about, as husks, mindless and without direction. I shudder to think what monstrosities hide beneath the masks; Beasts of legend, and creatures of nightmares. I stand beside myself, a monster in my own right; I am no different than them, my mask long welded onto a grotesque form. I, too drone along; taking solace in my ability to just make it to the next sunrise. I, too will dread the removal of my mask; that the world may see what lies beneath. I stand beside myself, surrounded by mine friends, mine monsters, a monster myself. I stand in solitude amidst a sea of masks. |