The Mystics invite to a masquerade was cleverly disguised and wrapped,
A Mask that shields their true image, face and individual like camouflage,
A full costume decorated with glass so sharp around the edges that pierced,
Dancing with a stranger and their odd shadows that lurk under the skin.
Silhouette in different forms engage constant undesired interactions,
Screaming for solitude from unwelcomed cavorts with a dark partner,
Silently she escapes with scrapes, bruises and wounds from those shards,
Bleeding from painful interludes from hidden but known approaches.
Silhouette in different forms engage constant undesired interactions,
Screaming for solitude from unwelcomed cavorts with a dark partner,
Silently she escapes with scrapes, bruises and wounds from those shards,
Bleeding from painful interludes from hidden but known approaches.
