Possessed by the book of faces

[Atehequa]

Offer up your souls freely if you will
A need to be embraced and caressed
Seemingly in paradise, feeling no ill
A soul offered up is one possessed

Deep dreams and thoughts, asleep or awake
Ever concerning that of the book
Thus so offered, your soul it will take
Hungry eyes watching while you look

Forsaking family, friends and fishing streams
Forgetting the forest and other beloved places
Once it is welcomed into your dreams
You are possessed by the book of faces

Seemingly a paradise to say the least
Ever open and always inviting to all
Walking into the jaws of that beast
I took scant notice of it’s rear fanged maw

Seemingly a paradise, vast and unending
Page after page to caress and embrace
Total strangers there for the befriending
Newly penned upon it’s pages, my soul and face

Possessed souls be they old or new
Offered up freely, from grace they fall
Into a false sense of what’s really true
Scant notice is better than none at all

Once humble sages, egos now inflated
Forgetting exactly who they once were
Watching them become what they once berated
Was far more than I could possibly endure

Now seemingly a hell I had to leave
Taking full noticed of it’s fangs while walking out
Disregarding all it enticed me to believe
Scant notice enough to sift truth from doubt

While wandering in and out of the shadow of that beast
Long journeys to many different places
Sometimes coming upon remains of it’s gluttonous feast
And shit smeared pages torn from the book of faces