The Mask Of Illusion

The mask of illusion hid behind an ephemeral mirth
Whenever I tried to pick the sublime flowers of joy
Pretending that I could be worthy of happiness and hope

Only in my dreams, I could see my confined heart
In a cage made of crystal and gold
From which it could never be set free
Because the destiny of my soul was doomed forever to indifference and distress

That was the reason I fed myself with the poison of illusions
Illusions hiding behind a mask of conventional pretences
I’ve always loved lying to myself

In the rush for survival, I forgot my real name
Getting lost amidst the euphoric frenzy of fleeting instants
I did let myself dissolve in the labyrinth of shadows

The mask of illusion became deformed and heavier
And underneath it, there was only a haze of darkness
A void where once upon a time there was a glowing light

Silence replaced hopes and desires
And I forgot the sight of truth and reality
The spell of bitter lies had enchanted me

Hence, my despair grew deeper in the garden of thorns
A secret garden where no flower of joy could ever bloom
The mask of illusion and deceit sunk deep into the cold soil, made of fragments of shattered delusions

No soul would ever find this kingdom of nowhere
Impenetrable and invisible to ordinary sight
This magic realm of enigmas and secrets concealed every untruth and illusion
Though every fragment of it was woven from fallacies, for all the masks of illusion lay buried beneath

Surprised no more
I surrendered to the sweet lullabies coming from each flower
With the certitude that I was one of my dreams

Victim of my own hallucinations
I wandered endlessly through the spectral haze of my illusions
Surrounded by the decay of faded memories that lingered like lost ghosts
Never to return to my forsaken reality.
Elisabetta