The White Mask

Passed out at noon

You woke up in a waiting room

Full of blurry magazines

You tried to focus and read

but you were excited to meet your maker

The room slowly emptied of blurry blank faces

Until you at last, heard them call out your name

But when they showed you in

You didn't meet your maker

Just a group like you

Holding short straws

And then the office fell

Into the hold of the calico

[Wear black, sandman flipped on a

bid where you roam]?

His click click ticked on with no talk

To the beak of a feeding chicken

Who's pecking at his feed

With his beak on the bottom of his cage

At a pace you were sticking too

Until through storms of feathers

You arrive at a coast on the edge of Lanai

Where there's one remaining flame

Black man took yours and set them on fire

And left you there with your makeshift torches

Said: "Wait just a little more

And soon you'll see your maker

In the flickering lights."

Before some time

Your torches die

And it was pitch, cold

Dark black

So when the white mask

So when the white mask

Came at last

It was out of sight

So when the white mask

Came at last

It was out of sight

Devil out of sight