Sanguine Mask - Ghost Bath

Am I dead yet?

Feign silk and plastic

Am I calescent?

Drain blood and marrow

Annihilation is not the conclusion

Releasing falsehoods like helium kites

A festival of celebrated destruction

Death at my own hand

Shimmering mirage of fascination

A purple lake, too superficial to wade across the shore

Save me

Wishing with coins tossed in a fountain of black

Water dripping in rhythm to the tune of desire

Swaying boughs of a deciduous forest

Unconstrained and illusory labyrinth

Suicide, is a delusion

Yearn to sleep swathed in its affection

Am I dead yet?

Feign silk and plastic

Am I calescent?

Drain blood and marrow