Filling Up My Bath Again: face Poem by Adrian Jascha Tetzlaff

My face hidden, it has no structure anymore,
You won't find any missing parts; shapeless, it lost its purpose, the lore.

My lips disappeared, used by a traitor, my person, luster of greed,
Spoken words, selfish being, rotten noises, told them to swim with me, the sea.

My nose, used to navigate after my own luster,
The smell of fake luck drove me wild, aching oil, the reason for the losing structure.

My eyes burned off disappointment, couldn't use them, only saw the evil, brought me trembling,
Closed them, tried to avoid the last, only darkness, keep falling into the void, inevitable ending.

Ears heard the inside screams, they wiggled my body, cried as I should wake up,
Caught in my broken dreams, blessed with a curse, it all started with the loss of trust.

An illusionary shape, a face just a replaceable mask,
No real emotion, just acting, like in a movie cast.