Ashes must die

I've tied myself into a knot
I've hidden myself in a hole
I've sheltered myself from relations
I've covered my face with a mask.

But the soul that's hidden
Is bound to die
Is bound to get tired
Of the hidden isolation
Of the fake smiles
And love that never penetrates
To lust after the things
it once put away.

To seek malignant pleasures
To cry
To seek beauty in the ashes
But the ashes must die
For beauty to rise.