Masquerade

This time

I told myself I'd dim the lights.

And hang up my mask

On the wall to cry.

That I would find

What others say

Could never be to far to try

But all I saw is what I don't need

Not the smiling image which proceeds

Just the tainted tools which tempt

Our arms to reach out

To embrace the poisoned seeds

And plant them deep in our once pure

Minds

And now like eyes they 

Seek and pry

And dare to dream of times gone by

And wish to tear the lives and lies

And from the earth

They crush the air

Like strangled vines bitten in a snare

The windows shut, and all despair

Is heard in the sighs

Of the lovers' lair

And petty looks can take us there

But when curtains call

The actors care

And they stop in their game

And play no more

The act of pretending

Gone sour and sore

The bruising of shadows now insecure

And it seems dignity's not worth defending

But it seems only yesterday I was so sure

That all in grey could be a happy ending