Hidden from view as you are
Wrapped up in cloth that shields you
From your own deepest thoughts
Afraid to face the haunted places
Locked away in your minds attic.
Tell everyone you can justify
Every word, thought, deed, action
And you believe the stories you sell
Like two bit replicas on street corners
That fall apart under scrutiny.
Your eyes grow more hooded
Sharp only with suspicion of all
That cross your path unaware
Of what lies beneath the facade
Do you even exist in that husk?
A spectre has taken over anything
There once might have been
And you invited it to eat you whole
Devour your soul with pleasure
Pride all that remains of humanity
Alone in your shell you’re happily