Masque of Mysterio

The piano screams my name No body knows my pain Out on a stormy day What else does your story say As we exist through a code of known morals Who can strip the back of a snake corralled Pleasantly awaken common sense and flaunt it plural Ruminants of an area less than rural Drip-lets let you know something’s fallen I wish but then a gain A wish is an incomplete thought A decision is contemplation completed And reasoning Is only an individuals desire defeated The piano screams my name No body knows my pain Out on a stormy day What else does your story say I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe But tomorrow will definitely see you first my friend Searching my pockets thin Out on my last wind The curse of we aborted men Raped in anger a changeling to An opinion voiced is nothing new Losing my way Last night I slept in the morning dew A masque of reddened death Prelude to a bubonic fever A modern day swine flu Flesh deadened to depths Unbelievably I stood right behind you The piano screams my name No body knows my pain Out on a stormy day What else does your story say "in my glass of cognac"