The Masquerade

I watch as a rose blossoms in the middle of the spring The buzzing of the bees, gives me a sense of well being The smell of the leaves, in the heat of the midday sun The cycle of nature continues, and the cycle is never done As I float under the sun, my skin begins bubbling some I'm trudging in mud, I visualize deep puddles of blood The earth bleeds from the core, I retreat stumble and run I'm asleep, slumbering some, and speaking in mumbling tongues It's a pyroclastic flow, melting areas of your dome Where only the chosen roam, in the midst of a broken home, Adjacent to the mind, and parallel with the thoughts I'm scared as Hell and distraught, forgotten everything I've been taught It's a mystical sight to see, an aurora with lights that gleam Terrified of a righteous dream, so I hide if I might be seen I'm scared as the lightning blinks, and I wonder if there's a Heaven I'm hungry to dip my head in, the water and maybe step in Bathe in the fountain of youth, with every mistake corrected Justify misconceptions, and learn to stand in oppression Its a vampiric infection, to drink blood and shed skin To be a dead limb, impotent to purpose and kept hid I'm a dead kid, wielding a mind and a lead pen My reflection, shatters from hatred collected And stares at me with no sympathy, like I am the epitome The realizations hitting me and causing an epiphany It's easy to voice a change, easy to procrastinate You could take the time to wash the dishes, but you just stack the plates If trial and tribulation have caused you to lack in faith You've tightened the mask on your face, and joined in the masquerade It's fun to splash in the lake, but it's evident that we drown We lose our breathes as we slow down, our body's touching the ground And we're in the midst of the water, like we're sitting on a cloud Screaming to be remembered, but nobody heard a sound