Paroles de Roomaskin

I'll die without my mask
For death is life's theatre:
A veilless oriental girl
Lost in time's escapeless drifts.

Crushed world's blood
Wet the closed doors of eden,
Upward waterfalls into
Closed mental spaces.

Where's my heaven ?
Roomaskin, snakeskin, frames in oblivion.

Room mask skin.