i think how soon i can see you soon, but really it’s still 3 moons till i hear your shoes. and now that you gone, my mask goes on. cover everything but skin, and people still look in. to these eyes that i sold to you, only you could understand the real hue. they stare through the only holes in my ever changing mask, the eyes, the doors to all souls, and sure as fast, they look empty, fucking empty and vast…