a mask we all wear, a latex curtain stare, the flesh in 
rhythm through the window, skin slapping bare as the wind 
blows.. her makeup face is hollow with webs, her wedding 
vows said in bed, screaming love me at an empty head
all speak, like when dead houses creak, on, the liar's 
beak and all the youth leaking through our fingers, it's 
love or hate right? "oh, no the guilt of life."