Behind The Mask Poem by shane lewicki

Hidden deep behind the magic of wizards,
a painting hidden beneath its colours,
stagnant features above the fleshy satin, a battle of contempt,
slowly withering the seams of eternity.
Unknowingly conteplating reality,
burning concepts of judgment,
devided by fortune and regret, equals conception and redemption, silently building walls of periodic truths,
a saddened burden unknown by faith.
Tormented values entrapping a peacefull mind,
escaping the natural bonds of the brain,
powdered by a magicians pen, a chemical infactuation broadened by time.
Silently echoeing a souls forgotten task,
dependent on time seconds turns to days,
waiting for the pendulum of time to delay, only to feel the magicians pen ran out of ink.
Stuck inside a room of mirrors, reflections of insanity stares back in every direction,
behind the mask those eyes are forgotten,
the magicians task smoothed by a smile...