A little of my poetry

Oh what a tragedy the masses false faces have become
Lost with complexities of life are they
Waiting unknowingly for their mask be revealed
Other virgin faces driven willed and selected by fate
For sense beyond senses the mask from its place seen through



It comes as a killer in the night
Waiting to strike
The inevitable at hand
No warning it gives
No exceptions it makes
Not asking for anything as it bleeds inside
Both dependent upon each other
You reflect as it approaches
Knowing all to well
The time is near
Painless in its attack
It has come and you have gone
Time lost in eternity


What does everyone think of those two. Be honost please. Ill post more if wanted.