Behind The Mask: the end of a star
...that's the ignition
The young Tobi,
Seeing neither traffic lights nor wardens,
surrendered his wheel
to a deceptive form
Cos he thought, there was no better driver.
Don't blame Tobi,
Do not raise your deserted fingers
on the innocent lad
He was pushed away from fantasy
into painful reality
quite earlier than early.
There was no guide,
There was no compass.
There was no sun,
No east nor west.
There was no moon
nor stars at night,
Save the silhouette,
Of this creepy creature
who offered protection
when no one cared...
Oh monster!
Thou creepy figure!
What are we to do with thee?
You convinced a poor child,
Wearing a mask of lies.
You forced him to think,
That the end was solace,
That suicide was respite.
You made him believe,
That the yonder life was lovely,
Free from the multitude of gibberish
that beclouds the milky way…
But why?
He was just a poor boy,
Who was deceived to think
That you were his friend,
Because your lips
were sweeter than the sugar cane.
You turned on his apprehension,
and spiked his desires
Because you knew
humanity could not offer
what he required.
So, you turned on the ignition
And set him in motion.
Edited: 23.05.2020
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