Today I will blind my face,
be as pleasant as I can-
To embrace the comedy
we sometimes play for ourselves.

A moral without aim,
A parody of stars I’ve merely met. I’ll put my mask on,
And then change my height-

Just to be as tall as you are.
Do you want red hair or more scars ?
My dear, I just miss those sharpened moments- 

The sparks not retained by chains.

When I’m not playing a character 

As I walk on my own -unbending- 

Like a dialog without text, 

Lighting candles as subtle hopes.

But I’ll be back at my role- 

I guess. Cause yesterday I felt tired-
But then you said Im acid wild. 

Dry overdose then diet, right ?

I’m cold from these pressures. 

Like metal far from its fire
I just got two colors babe-
As you, behind the mask.

I just miss those sharpened moments- 

The sparks not retained by chains. 

The face of love
is the one that changes.