| Revealing my true self would make me vulnerable
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| I keep hiding behind this mask
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| Not anybody can see my facial features
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| Not anybody can read my lips
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| Opaque, sable, intransparent — My impervious lips
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| The attack from outside won’t ever strike me
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| Nonrelevant intrinsic values
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| Collapsing breaker on the sease of wrath
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| Not anybody can see beneath the surface
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| Not anybody can read my soul
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| Opaque, sable, intransparent — My impervious lips
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| The attack from outside won’t ever hurt me
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| Winds of throes — Inwardly streaming
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| Severe tempest behind my opaque mask
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| A lonely spot for a solitary man
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| I avoid bad company
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| Guarding my inner sanctum jealous
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| If I have to stay alone — I stand this loneliness
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| Feelings, emotions, thoughts, departed events
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| Shrouding them, bury them
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| Deep inside I feel the tears I can’t cry
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| Like toxic waste that won’t go away
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| My mask, my guardian, my protection, my plague
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| Always staying at my sight
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| Guarding my inner sactum jeulously
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| Opaque, sable, intransparent — My impervious cover |