Have we all become the antagonists?
The ones who cry wolf
And smile with teeth
Like polished daggers.
What are heroes but the ones
With their best side
Against the spotlight?
Because when the curtain falls
And the stage lights dim,
There is a darkness
No darker than any other
Spreading, consuming,
Like an infection.
We belong to our shadows -
We are not the masks we wear,
We are beneath them.
We are of a certain kind -
Perhaps not the beholders
We believe ourselves to be,
And the beauty we see
Only surrounds us.
Beneath the skin we are bone.
When we decompose,
Who knows
How we will be known?
