The phantom
Hiding behind a mask of despair
Breathing cold dark moist air
A symphony of love lost
Which only I can hear
Ivory keys in which I touch
A riff upon a lovers thrust
Blinded by my deformities
An outcast that they fear
The beauty in which the others will not see
Underneath my skin it shall be
Looking in the broken mirrors
Upon my organs veneer
by candle light I do play
A red rose to give her some day!
Scott baker
