maskmaster
with an orange scarf
i buried in the sands
beneath the silent sides
of the infinite abyss
where you and i first
consumated
where i remember you
after they buried you
the sun is the only
one who notices
my sadness after
the ceremony
and you may have
been religious and upright and
righteous and beautiful
but you were ugly inside
and i am ugly outside
and i hate
and i hate everyone
for what they’ve done to me
and their oblivousness
and their inability to appreciate
the darkness inside
and the anguish that is written
all over my face
and all over my words
so some may have photographic reflexes
but i have photographic emotions
and while i never liked yours
i can recall them with clarity
and they torture me
for the rest of my life
with the memory of
how wrong you always were
