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My masks are made of ivory enamel,
The beauty of it makes you pause;
Everyone else does naught but admire,
Why do you wish to pull it off?
There is no flesh beneath the mask,
The years have ate the truth away,
The lie lived has become everyone's reality -
Save mine -
But I'm the one who had gone astray.
My masks made of ivory enamel
Tell you stories of far away,
Stories of lands that never are,
Stories of family that never be -
Save in my head -
Because what am I but another pawn,
In this drawn out game of chess.

Bleeding

Bleeding.

Bleeding green,
The colour when you see that
He has what you always wanted,
Bleeding yellow,
When the happiness belongs to that one
Whom you love, but not you,
Bleeding black,
When hatred towards him is
Ruining your soul,
Bleeding white,
When peace is all you want and
You would throw everything away for it,
Bleeding red,
When she's not around and
You miss her smile the most,

Finally bleeding blue,
Because your favorite team is playing and
India has won! :P

Note: this writer enjoys a good game on the big screen :D