The face of my face has no face...Why do you insist on swaying me. To the feel, gift-wrapped. A mistaken blindness for wisdom. Scared rivers my skin, a true story. Thrashing, shrouding, concealing. A chaotic darkness. Dwells void in my heart. Absent atmosphere, distance spell. Do not tempt me. I am an intimate mystery. A mystifying unexplained. You shall struggle in my pain. Dark intents indulged. Perfectly classified. Too anxious to show. My face is not one for you to peal. It is nothing but a silhouette of a violent identity….