the mask i wear is anthropology

a collection of faces being hung up on a wall

this is ancient tradition 

our masquerades just beyond recognition 

the surface of the moon 

another phase in place 

i am full for a moment

then i slowly descend into a wane 

i pull the world in towards me

then i push it away

everybody wants to see my face

i only exist within a mirror 

an abysmal disbelief 

of the abyss you look within 

to give refuge 

induce the birth of a parasyte 

reducing the flesh into decomposition 

leaving the bones to grieve 

anything that does not get left behind