Masses Of Masks

Why search for something vain and let go of something that lasts?
Who can heal the scars in your broken past?
Was it a crooked smile?
I can see it in your eyes,
How much pain can one man take?
It's clear to me just how your spirit breaks,
Or was it only a heart that had ached?
Like a shadow it shows,
Creeping in, so that nobody knows,
A blur but still somehow visible,
Laughing beneath a life full of lies,
Living under a soul that slowly and painfully dies.

  • Digg
  • Del.icio.us
  • StumbleUpon
  • Reddit
  • RSS

0 comments: