Wearing masks
Carelessly letting life drift and twirl
A porcelain mask made from lies
Lips held stiff in an upwards curl
Poor thing, empty eyes revealed all inside
A phoenix burnt by its passion’s fire
Found a cold heart relieved its pain
Numbness craved as sole desire
No purer love than for white cocaine.
May be I can invite you to our brand new writers Community...?
https://steemit.com/created/hive-107855
Thanks for the invite !
You were quite active any years ago - and now you're back! I wish you a good time again!