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Me in a mask?
I look around again, the masks of lives gone by. For each mask I have removed a new one takes it's place. I try to free from my own cursed life, so much pain and harm be done, so much sorrow wrot by one man. An escape at first, a way to deal and cope with the world out side, soon it takes a life it's own, soon the world outside is escape from here.
Tormented souls and hollow eyes, darkness of the heart and soul, lie and lie again, you believe too much your own fiction. The living lie and life the same, the only truth is death, maybe then the masks come off. No, they'll follow me to hell, to hell, to hell and back again, they'll follow me to hell.
Oh tomented soul so twisted by deceet and lies, so lost in mythes of thine on making and forge to ever feel the sorrow ten fold what's done to others. Be gone from body and from earth to leave the shell of former glory, be gone and lost to roam the night, cursed eternal darkness. A darkness to swollow the purest hearts, and that not even holes in space compare, an evil born of child mind, so pure and focused on the wings of the fly.
Pluck the wings and thine own heart, feel the pain you give, curse me with the thought and deed, for these the masks I wear. These mask grow heavy and bury the spirit, soon the stallions broken, no more am I the one i was, no more the man that I was born. These, these are what I am and what, forever, I will be, masks and masks again, drawing me down to my firy eternal rest, a hell of trying to find my face, the masks I used there mocking me, the voices of each and words they said, echoing, echoing, echoing, echoing...
Cut off my ears, pluck out my eyes, no more masks, no more cries, be silent and let me free, let go of me, let me be, quiet, quiet all of you, stop mocking, stop please, room after room, stop laughing, stop smiling, too many masks, where is my face, the masks, one of them hase to be me.
