They hide behind masks..

But even when you peel them back

There’s nothing but another mask..

With their eyes now visibly black

Peering as you try to continue

Your song,

But they keep trying to bend this

Use their dark existence upon the innocent

Turn them bitter & blind

Rude and unkind

Some days I wish they could all go away

Like Plato said,

but other days I think

there has to be a way

To fix all this brokenness,

Packaged as a kiss

Most people think is the pathway to bliss..

But now I see is a nightmare to resist..

Always was afraid of being owned by a false prophet..

But now I have to admit

They attract those who began life feeling powerless…

Turning them into a child along for the manipulative ride..

Then eventually left to hide,

left to struggle to survive…

Admidst those who could never comprehend

What life is like to truly begin at an end…

 

Tired of all the judging based on appearances..

Because most wear masks to appear more fearless..

The metaphoric type,

I put on the literal like a lyricist

So you’ll have to judge my words or run from this…

 

They’re always hiding behind masks..

But even when they try to look intact

There’s always a look thread peeking it’s way back

Into the eyes of the observer..

And I could further annilate the blue tape

Your think you put over my mouth

Cover yours with the red of suppossive hate…

Make you face what you never wanted to

Stumbling down the hallway, down into your bed

Keeping your victims awake, heads full of lead..

While yours hits the pillow light as feather..

Thinking you’re so clever,

But eventually a victim of your own thoughtless endeavor..

Mind tainted by everything it thought was negative..

But really was positive, unable to live…

Face the nightmare, even forgive…

Itself…

 

Tired of all the judging based on appearances..

Because most wear masks to appear more fearless..

The metaphoric type,

I put on the literal like a lyricist

So you’ll have to judge my words or run from this…