Masks of the Masquerade

The masquerade hides who we are, covers our eyes with the mask only left wondering about the lips you see lips that beg to ask, "Who are you, do I know your name," but experience holds them still and the dance goes on as it should some are marked for the kill. Not everyone will go home tonight tell me, will we make it out alive with nerves jumbling senses and touches each moment a new surprise. The masks that we wear tonight won't ever fully come off again tonight we sew on new pieces of ourselves tomorrow we'll beg to be forgiven the sin. The purpose of the dance is to hide yourself then try to find your way back as the dance takes another down we must hold ourselves to the attack, keep your lines perfect try to remember everyone elses mask keep away from the mirrors and do not deny them who ask. Don't let on you're afraid let them make you bleed just keep up the mask and satisfy the gluttony and greed so if your survive to midnight when night turns toward day maybe again we'll make it home, but now let them think you hapless prey. Don't look into the mirror, never look back at the image there betrayed the clock stroke twelves tolls into midnight of this two person masquerade.