I am a coffin, <br />I am the dark knots of wood <br />That cover the rotting corpse, <br />And horrors of death. <br />I am mascara, <br />I am the black strands of poisen <br />That coat and hide tearful eyes, <br />But no more than needs to be. <br />I am a curtain, <br />I am a sheet of cotton <br />Hiding the rain from people <br />With their cars, houses and boats. <br />I am a shroud, <br />Covering my emotions <br />From all your beasts and naieve <br />Henchmen of conservatism, <br />Hell bent on shutting me up.<br /><br />Mathew Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bah/
