Canaan
Roomaskin
I'll die without my mask
for Death is Life's theatre:
a veilless oriental girl
lost in time's escapeless drifts. Crushed world's blood
Wet the closed doors of Eden,
upward waterfalls into
closed mental spaces. Where's my Heaven ?
Roomaskin, snakeskin, frames in Oblivion. Room Mask Skin.
From Letras Mania