Sunday, December 16, 2018


I have always been pretending
To be something that I am not
This mask I wear fits me so well
Everything beneath, something lost
Ashes scattered, setting me free
Prisoner, this darkness is certain
Demon fiend, feeds upon my bones
Take your bow, this final curtain
Sometimes I wonder about you
And wonder if you wonder too
Do you see me neath the sunshine
I have lost the girl that I knew
I have always been pretending
Keeping this old mask welded on
One day soon I'll be forgotten
I will let you know when I'm found

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