| "Masked" |
| I lie here, in my palace of sorrow, Staring into an empty oblivion of misguidance, Adorned with misery and misfortune. Unaffected by the world outside, As it celebrates in mirth and happiness. Naive and oblivious to my decay and departue from reality. Someone calls to me, I answer, A fake, a prototype of happier times, Masked by an instinctive fear of the tangible. Then, I am alone again, Alone, In a repressive silence, Closing in around me mercilessly, Suffocating me Depression sets in, as constant as clockwork Cascading around me in a waterfall of doom. Everything fades out slowly, First sanity, Then the soul, Then all that is left: The mind numbing silence. |