1And so the cold truth seeps over you
A damp blanket in the freezing climate
A frigid comfort that clings with a rigid grip
No one here has been sent to help you
Around you are puddles of lies and jungles of
Impending defeat and deceit that you can scarcely
Consider standing up to face.
The masks are lined up in front of you
Standing as still as an frozen sculpture
An ice swan poised with perfection
Waiting…waiting for you to move.
You continue to stare at them,
Longing to stroke them, see if they
Are in fact, feasible. To see if they
Are, in fact, multifaceted.
To see what lurks beneath
Yet you are trapped, longing to
Push forward, to reveal the truth
The quintessential essence of your world
Select few have made it this far
Only a sprinkling of others have dared
To break past the visage of conformity
To dare to elbow through the satin
And the velvet.
To question.
So sparse are the numbers
Of those that have realized just how dishonest
This town is. How the realms of perfection compete
And collide, collapsing over one another
Until another can rise from the ashes
A new, pristine society based on fresh, innovative lies.
You have finally taken your trembling,
Tingling fingers (the same that you could scarcely control)
And you have pressed past the invisible forces that bound you,
Trying to contain your movements, to make each one correct
You raised your arm, and pulled away the mask,
And found the one who was supposed to care most
Lurking behind, scared and alone, having betrayed you
Yet again.
And they look at you…and look at you…
And wonder who you are.
This is a new life that has commenced.
And yet…you are pulled back through
The murky waters of the previous one
The feeling is inexplicable, unfathomable
The swirling emotions that consume your mind
The questions that flank every facet of humanity
Bubble and rise, leaping again and again,
A hellfire desperate to lick pure flesh
She leans forward to you and whispers the final test
"It is your entire fault…This whole world, the chaos
That reins, the very same that you loathe,
Is all your creation. And it has always been your decision
To allow it to run unbridled. It has all been your doing."
Your eyes widen in fear, in utter despair and disbelief
And the pain settles in, a cloak engulfing your heart
And your soul.
The wall that blocks off those overwhelming emotions
Has finally begun to crumble and cannot rebuild
Because for the first time,
You cannot see the truth.
You're walking blindly through the same field of lies
As everyone around you.
For when one truth topples, so do the rest.
All that replays is the sweet, liquid whisper…
It is your entire fault