Wears My Face

Last door.
Last glass.
Last face.
I know whose.
Don't move.
It moves late.
Don't smile.
It knows the shape.
Walked the whole hall.
Every mask came off.
Dead one.
Clean one.
Saint one.
Lost.
Hero with dirt
under bright white sleeves.
Killer with mercy
down on both knees.
Got to the last glass
at the end
of the row.
Saw the one face
I already know.
Same clenched jaw.
Same bad knee.
Same cold hand
where the nerve won't sleep.
Same tick in the chest.
Same breath held tight.
Same black laugh
in a room gone white.
He grinned with my mouth.
He laughed with my throat.
And the worst part was
I knew every note.
Every note.
Every note.
Not a stranger.
Not a twin.
Not a devil
breaking in.
Just me louder.
Just me raw.
Just me laughing
through a broken jaw.
He wears my face.
It was always mine.
The grin I chased
was behind my eyes.
Same grin.
New skin.
But the skin
was a lie.
It's me in the mirror.
It's me getting by.
He wears my face.
And the music feels good.
That's the scariest thing
I ever understood.
Can't kill glass.
Can't outrun shine.
Can't put cuffs
on a thought
in the mind.
Can't bury a grin
that knows where I sleep.
Can't judge a wound
that was cut too deep.
So I stop feeding
the room its show.
Stop giving the laugh
a place to grow.
Turn down the drop.
Kill the bounce.
Let the whole floor
die by the ounce.
No more crown.
No more game.
No more mask
with a borrowed name.
No more dancing
for the bad part's praise.
No more loving
how the red room plays.
No more plays.
No more praise.
He wears my face.
It was always mine.
The grin I chased
was behind my eyes.
Same grin.
New skin.
But the skin
was a lie.
It's me in the mirror.
It's me getting by.
He wears my face.
And the music feels good.
That's the scariest thing
I ever understood.
Here's the truth.
No big reveal.
No monster dies.
No wound gets healed.
Just a man
with a hand
on the dial.
Turning down rage
one inch at a time.
Not peace.
Not clean.
Not saved.
Not done.
Just one less dance
with the loaded one.
My face.
My grin.
My move.
Don't give in.
My face.
My grin.
My move.
Don't let him in.
Same grin.
New skin.
Same room.
Don't spin.
Glass cracks.
Beat bends.
Lights die.
Song ends.
He wears my face.
It was always mine.
The grin I chased
was behind my eyes.
Same grin.
New skin.
But the skin
was a lie.
It's me in the mirror.
It's me getting by.
He wears my face.
And the music feels good.
That's the scariest thing
I ever understood.
He wears my face.
I don't look away.
He wears my face.
I don't let him play.
My face.
My grin.
My move
to not make.
Lights down.
Glass still.
Breath in.
Hold still.