A Simple Mystery
Why must the man hide behind his mask.
The false illusion to dazzle all.
His true emotions burried behind a deciet built wall.
The pen can cut like a razor a haunt the eternal night.
Is not the killer the victem.
The play but a test of true character.
Will you cheer the villian that that is me?
Embrace the pain and taste the darkness
Fear drains like sweat.
For to long the words lay vacant apon the page.
I wonder does she question in her empty thoughts.
As I regret are meeting yet ask for her hand.
Why must we live behind this mask
will others see through to what ive done.
see blood apon my lips smell the death apon the wind.
Will I be forced to reveil my true face.
Will you cheer the villian ask?
Sit and say its great theater never knowing what you see is no
illusion.
Applaud the violence ignore the screams.
We all wear a mask for life is a illusion
look beyond what you see for I assure you
it's far worse than it seems.
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