Sounds of Naught

Veneer
Shell
Mask

What lies beneath?

authenticity
artificiality
a hybrid

There once was a time
I believed
...in my redeemer
...in the true way
...in my healers
...in people

Where once was belief,
now are scars

Beneath the veneer, drywall rots
Inside the shell, hollow is
Under the mask, makeup cracks

I'll take the shell,
if I have to choose

At least it echoes

january 19, 2013