Opaque

I know it is dark outside
But I bear not to face it
Alone
I compose a picture within a golden frame
-Black picturesque

My eyes dance in a glassy stare
To the distant sound of musical
Silence
But somehow they lower in a pool
-All wet and obscure

And I see this face
As a vivid picture of my very own self
And the eyes
They are watching me
And so am I

Inside out, whatever
I cannot grasp this
This duplicity
This lack of self-devotion
This classical clichÕ of a song