In the Valley of the Mask

At the bottom of our lives,

the soulless urge waits.

We've no reason to fear this skin we've shed,

yet a shiver still comes at its similarity

to our reflection in the mirror.
It is only absence,
it is only emptiness,
echoing the beating of our hearts.

Fear wears only the clothes we provide.


Recommended Listening:
Black Seas of Infinity
Daughter of the Bleeding Sunset
from AMRITA - The Quintessence
 

{Digital images manipulated in Photoshop}