Dissemble: The reason

Dissemble: the reason.

Behind a cotton gown
My motives are transient
Like a black veil
I am everything unclear;
Male, or female-
Genders aligned.

I walk without spark
My agenda lacks suspicion
Like tasteless candy
I am nothing to fear;
To witness, or not to see-
Cloud’s censored.

Crimson eyes turned brown
My extra- gone, now ordinary
Like an altered liquid
I am a dull voice to hear;
My expression, not lucid-
Never a mystery.

Although behind the façade
My insanity is passive
Like a seed, expanding
I am everything to fear;
My ecstasies demanding-
For me, to amend.

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Not my best, I know.