What is this mask I feel on my face?
It is getting
heavier and heavier...

The frozen outside wind
has got me used to often wearing it,
and to shelter from its breath

I always end up
wearing it.


Once I played with my mask
like a child in front of the mirror,
I wore it for a little while

and then I took it off:

it was nice to see myself

with other features,
it was even stimulating.
Then the game

became dangerous.

Now at home,

curled up in a corner
I take off my mask,
and I touch with my fingers

my ruined skin.



My mortal sickness
has spread inside,
I cannot communicate

with myself anymore.

Mask and soul

don't touch each other anymore
and the silent void between them
is killing me.



Masks and masks circle me,

they come up to me with their paper smiles.
I am tired of this continuous macabre carnival,
rather than people dressed up as monsters,

I see monsters dressed up as
people.


A new awareness elevates me,
taking me towards barren lands.
Here, where time doesn't exist,

Appearance,entirely cut off from essence,
is by now out of my control.


Is there something inside me?
Or have I become hollow
Like this $#&@in' mask?



My mortal sickness has spread inside,

I cannot communicate with myself anymore.

Mask and soul don't touch each other anymore

and the silent void between them
is killing me.



I am tired of this
continuous macabre carnival,

rather than people dressed up as monsters,
I see monsters dressed up as people.


And to live with the fear
Of having become cold like death...
Touch my lips,

Are they really so cold?