Blurred, twisted in a pool of intoxication,
is my first face and I hate the bare controls,
I wish for no black phantom to follow me,
Its a shadow that's always in waiting......

My second face, I aspire to one day be,
its past the intense of burning trees,
and the world stirring up wasps and bees
and the inside out of the inside flip side
just leaves me vulnerable and open wide.

Just let me be free.....
I don't wish to wear
any masks
or be
what I wasn't meant
to be.
This early grave
is an optional deal
of a lack of feeling
after the reeling.
The loosening
back in waters,
I may decide
instead
to be eaten.