masquerade ball

I can’t feel my skin

Covered beneath the layers of my original sins

Encased in hard plastic I claw my way to the surface leaving scratches on my soul

I taste
crazy
on
the
back
of
my
tongue
metallic and sweet like cinnamon gum

Sometimes
i wish it tasted like
mint
and
rum
muddled and confused
a julep of insanity to cool the rantings of a lunatic mind

Rum and sugarcane and arcane dreams
of clovered fields and white picket fences; floppy eared dogs laying in shade cooled yards

Humming songs from long ago

Wondering how it all
went
so
wrong

Dusting off my mask of endurance
I slip it on and
the
masquerade
ball
continues