Fear, Fate and Love

I stand outside myself with piteous eyes
while hiding neath the blanket of the night.
Turned t'ward the figure prone that, silent, cries;
within his tunnel, searching for the light.

When dawn arrives, he'll rise and take the stage,
apply the mask and lay aside his fears.
They will laugh, as they peruse the page
and never see the tracks left by his tears.

But there is one, who were it not for fate,
would lie with him beneath the starry dome
and bare her breasts to suckle her soul mate;
until on wings of love, she sends him home.

Now I must enter back, from whence I came,
for this was no attempt at an escape,
rather a ruse, that I might yet stay sane,
while I wander in this fog-shrouded landscape....