Welcome To the Masquerade

Red wine stains on sheets, music notes that bleed silence. Grand poets on abandoned streets, writing melodic poems of violence. Venetian masks of golden designs, gondola rides that pursue insanity. Deception and lies clutching vines, violet petals consumed by vanity. Jugglers and peddler monks anew, begging for a temporary treasure. Midnight exposing her glass shoe, judging true beauty by pleasure. Laughter echoes in the distance, frivolous acts of social compliance. A Dubliner that questions existence, caught between religion and science. Cowering judges tremble in shame, condemning their daughters and sons. Hangings become their festival game, death lotteries massacring loved ones. Crimson sunrises sweeping the night, tearing heaven from hellish abyss. Scattering ashes in seething light, that destroys passion's only kiss.