Masquerade

lying hidden in the lies of answers, buried deep in all secret of secrecies. faded in the faint future; so out of touch and unsure, kept in the dark for selfish reason, never to changed for a moral lesson. tired of the lying game; so wild and untame, threatened with every hard real reality, attempts of closure with no simplicity. fronting with the fake attitude, maligned with your own agenda. trapped with no truth, creating your own lost saga. brooding with your own nature of creed, discovering your own egostistical way of living. wrapped around in unforeseen darkness; blemish and rendered, wanted helpless. ending up with no real genuine right of conduct, an act of insecurity with no real end product.