The unveiling

The humidity sticks to my fingers like glue residue.
The night is anew,
and I feel the winds of change.
Brisk and shallow,
I am taken a back.
Constantly searching for something I lack.
The moon keeps me guessing,
I walk this world as if trespassing.
Before you walk, let me explain.
For I am not in pain.
I'm a stranger to these translucent walls.
This paradox to the situation.
There's a voice that comes when called,
and I gawk at the translation.
Inside my soul,
I can hear her sing.
Fluid with precision.
It takes it's toll,
with a melody to sting,
but the stanza unveils an incension.
A secret I've sworn to keep.
Lies naked at my feet.
Shattered mirror on the ground,
turning my face upside down.
A face cracked.
(Oh! The lines they form!)
A hoax to the imagination.
Eyes jet black.
(Full of scorn.)
No longer used as a stantion.
Fallen. My knees.
Buckling. My heart.
Tearing at the seams.
I stare at this face.
One I've molded and traced.
That no longer hides,
what I've kept deep inside.
Unmasked. Unveiled.
A masquerade prevailed.
I find myself torn between,
wether to cry or be keen
to this revealing.
I laugh obscenely.
(A victory found.)