Roomaskin Lyrics

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.

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