As you walk on the street,
All the faces you see,
Wear masks of a kind,
You can not perceive.
They hide behind a pretty smile,
The broken stars on a pitch sky.
How obscure their faces become,
When in lies they gradually succumb.
And in words they conceal riddles.
Hiding secrets in their serene hearts.
How uncanny their voices become,
When sins capture their every part.
For world is a vibrant masque,
Ensnaring, playing and hiding,
The torn hearts in their ablaze casks.
You'll be swallowed if for once you unmask.
Puzzled is the path,
To the trustful hearts.
Through the lustrous souls,
And the magnetic grasps.
Oh, with kismet you discover,
Who tells you the buried flaws.
Kindle love in the eyes.
And see through your façade.
©. Eira Skye