masquerade

tension mounting and beach blazes a-burning, the rascist come out tonight. no longer dormant and sleeping under social conduct and behavioural civility. one more mask falls to the ground and another face peers out at the world, bleary eyed and terrible. the world watches in horror and a certain sense of foreboding. if one mask shatters, will not ours as well?
the daemons lurking inside, so close to the surface, swimming underneath. are they picking away, are they close enough to break through? the day is coming soon when the social melodic graces will fade, will we recognize ourselves in the end? time to face up, own our darkness.