The Living Dead

The bitter secrets
once revealed,
no longer worry
snakes concealed.
The flashing words
beneath your face
still read unsure
no logic,
trace.
It helps me ease
all pains to know
no matter how
the game shall go
you can't read me,
nor see the cries,
no matter how
[too often]
you see the lies.
I laugh, rejoice
in knowing light,
the wondrous feeling
this ignites.
The facts unknown,
the hidden self,
a monster ready
to kill,
process?
But in your eyes,
the mask is seen,
but monster hidden,
cannot be revealed.
So with this last
unknown appeal,
the living rule
the living dead.

(note: sorry amanda, this one isn't about birth, i strayed a little. it's abortion this time).