Lost.

We are all lost
in our bleeding confessions
shrouded and draped away.
Bluffing our triviality
behind those majestic walls.
Erected tall and mighty
with wondrous schemes
and delicate art work.

Concealed behind our mask
is a face we wish not to see.
Painted with vibrant colour.
The lips, eyes and cheeks.

Mirrors moulded from pretense
speak to kins cast from dirt,
and Humour those juggernaut walls
in which we trap the mind.

The words are refined
yet the talk is cheap
Our posture straightened
our mind crooked.

Its a masquerade, after all.
a feast of facade
and all are game.

We are all lost
in the labyrinth
engineered for us
keeping at bay
the verity that plagues us.