Glasses For Masks

I’m a ghoul
And a jewel
I die every night
And revive every day

I’m a ghost
I boast
Of fine
Line-treading

When you
See me in the sun
Is what’s run
From lobotomies

At dusk
High energy
So relaxed
Becomes tensed

So a mask forms
And outfits made
To scorch seedy
Dark chills

When I come alive
Hot still with the thrill
Of wearing a mask
I put on sunglasses

To betray the day
Rising before me
Staying high energy
Line-treading

Between the worlds
Of content and excite

I put on sunglasses
To survive until night

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