“Behind The Mask”
by Lena
“Behind The Mask”
Rage, fear, emptiness and yearning. Yearning for what might be, but never will.
Yearning to escape the lie and take off the mask.
To forget and disappear into our lust.
To feel, to learn, to forget and remember. The madness, the truth and the madness in truth.
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Like a trapped wild beast, from one corner to the other, panting, raging, scratching and slowly dying with each kiss.
My solo swan song is tearing through sheets, clothes and air,
Running through darkness, with unforgiving shadows from my past, into despair.
Bewilderment and agony, hungrily smashed into our private ecstasy.
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Private yet publicly laughed at, hidden, yet exposed to the core.
Sipping shame and devouring lust. Ashamed yet proud. Yes, shamelessly and fearlessly proud.
Proud of my wickedness and chaos. I’d rather die in ugly truth, than live chained to their lies.
Choices, chances, empty glances. Life is just an illusion? Yes, I know, it is…
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But how do you travel from illusion into a dream? You, know, The Dream… Which road do you take?
I’d rather dream and never wake up, with eyes wide open or shut, while raising my cup full of blood.
What does Lucifer yearn for? Same things as me?
Through the drunken sleepless fog, I will try to remember and forget, forget that I have to wake up.
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Forget that it’s only a dream, forget that none of this is real.
Succumbing to debauchery and raging against deceit. I invite you to my fearlessly naked Ball,
A man or a woman, come here and forget all that is wrong.
Forget your fears, let go of your pride and prejudice, which kills. Ravish me, burn with me, tango me, stare at me, scratch me and bruise me…
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Don’t be afraid, remember – it’s only a dream…
But when you wake up, the truth might make you so ill, that it will drag you all the way up on a cross and kill.
I will cry for you and us, while driving the last nail into your heart. Don’t blame me,
Blame the dream and the yearning for it or me. Don’t be surprised… I told you; I’m driven by instincts.
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Never by morals, sweet lies or gimmicks.. But by raw, primal, unattainable music within the dream.
You saw me without a mask, or maybe you just saw yet another one underneath the last…
The Ball is over, cut yourself away, slip on your mask, travel far,
Far away from me, dive back into the illusion and pretend that you’re free.
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What do you yearn for, My Dear Mask? Same things as me?
I yearn for truth, for choking truth, within one moment.
I yearn to stand fearlessly naked, lost, vulnerable, with or without the hatred.
I yearn for our dream, in which you make love to my soul and take me far beyond the extreme.
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I yearn to take off your Mask…
And for you, to just rip off mine
And forget…
at last…
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06/1/2014 © Elena Levon
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Simply stunning- reads like biting into an incredibly crisp apple <3
Lovely photography. Black and White always leaves me in awe. Such a beauty.
Very poignant!
It’s very rare indeed to have all of the senses fully engaged in a single work of art. Your poetry, images, and music all dovetail together beautifully to captivate and give one pause to ponder, what it is that just happened. Two wee Dragon thumbs up, Elena!!
Beautiful pics :)
You’re just a woman. Probably tired of unmeaning relationships, wishing to be loved and to love. The higher the emotions and expectations are the fiercer are the break-downs. Masks don’t have anything to do with it. They are just for protection. Don’t know why I write this. Rambling thoughts. I have no masks. It’s safer. At least it works to me. Therefore I’m almost lonely not because I want it but because they have the masks. I don’t reproach anyone at all, just accept it as it is. Sorry for intrusion. Just thoughts.
Beautiful :) xxx
It’s been a while, nice return.
Jim
Truth laid open.
Lies ripped off.
You are what you are.
Be it your skin, feelings, behaviour and looks .
A feigned or masked application would lead to a disaster.
I appreciate your candid approach and your beautiful words at the same time.
Lena, how can I possibly put into small words what my soul felt as I read your powerful, truthful prose? My God! Your naked courage stuns me for in writing as you have, you have removed the mask that most insist upon wearing. The endless games of prentense. These words are brilliant and I am in awe of your talent, your Gift to be able to put into words, what is in my soul. Thank you, Lena. Thank you for daring to LIVE. Love, Amy
Excellent. Thank you.
This a beautiful post. “Proud of my wickedness and chaos. I’d rather die in ugly truth, than live chained to their lies”. What an insightful statement full of wisdom! It’s awesome to be comfortable in one’s own skin and rare to see theses days. Don’t let the world take that from you. Be true to who you are as you are in good conscience of what you do. Let those that are intimidated and judgmental be just that for they have their own skin to worry about it, it’s not yours to fit into but rather theirs to mold.
thank you for your understanding
Wonderful photos!