I walked down the old memory lane
Into the seventeen years old forest
Wandered past the cabin of the seven devils
Paid a visit to the morning glories
What nostalgic times.

When I reached heaven
I was carrying masks
Masks so natural but chucklesome.

I put on the first mask
I saw people
Real humans
Some known and unknown
Friends and liars
Trustworthies and broken shards
After some pleasantries and criticism
In the absence of eargasm
I pulled off the mask.

I wore the second mask
Darkness prevailed everywhere
Silence and colors so sinister
Realization came to me
I was in love with the devil.
In honor of the entity
Created and gave me my name
I dropped the mask.

I wore the third mask
Where are tears coming from?
When did the world turn gray?
I felt the world turning down on me
For I went up
Cool, warm breeze blew
But the flu was still there
Taking it off was uncanny
For my heart did it
Some things are better left unsaid.

I wore the final part of the collection
The pressure was there, but it had to be released
My voice was on play
My photograph was on display
The girl, boy, monster I saw was a part of who I was
The trip was over
I had to interrupt the session.

I flew back to my world
Looking at the mirror
My face was puffed up
The masks formed my core
The world is a failure
For not witnessing it!