By Ahmed Latif
Symbolically scourging simplicity suppresses a sprightly sincerity.
A capricious dance ends with the devouring of souls.
Complementary contemplation poised on the verge of poison.
Haunting regrets slip into the swaying ocean.
A jug dedicated to holding the wine of self-delusion overflows.
Rusted gears intertwine in a waltz of wearing each other down.
The words, most practically, write themselves.
Benignant brushstrokes blissfully colour a macabre realm.
Dusky shorelines anticipate the evanescent embrace of waves.
Past members imprisoned in this masquerade shriek and lament.
A Venetian mask frozen with a cold grimace sits on the dresser.
We rip and tear at flesh in the mirror.
Yet underneath it all is another naked mask.