Mask

I'm lost! The man of shadows thinks in clay Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation days He's seen in iron environments With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes From the growth underneath the closed mouth You'll catch if you listen Rack-trapped cubist vowels From a dummy head expression From a dummy head expression The transformation is invested With the mysterious and the shameful While the thing I am becomes something else Part character part sensation The shadow is cast