I Think You Must Get Away

The mask stripped away
the savagery beneath revealed,
brought forth your tears,
after seven years
of dry-eyed innocence:
I know you want to get away.

You see the delirium descend.
But you cannot feel the
tortured inner mask
being torn away,
every painful day,
to expose the rotting
maddened core
of utter despair:
I think you ought to get away:

Before waves of
deathly depression
engulf your fading youth
and taint you
with fetid decadence:
I think you must get away.