It seems I’m running out of time.
Because I’m left thinking about my demise.
Why are things so out of hand?
I wish I didn’t feel like I was on my last stand.
But as the alliance grows, hope diminishes.
And my smile has more or less turned into a grimace.
Is there hope to live a better life?
I tried but all I’m ever left with is strife.
Why am I stuck with a string of bad luck?
I guess I’ll just keep hoping things start looking up.

It seems the masquerade has turned into an alliance.
Is there hope for a better day? They’ll always deny it.
I need to escape their slimy grasp.
And find any kind of happiness with the potential to last.
But things are crashing down right before my eyes.
All that’s left are their disguises and lies.
So as I try to get out of the crossfire, I’ll hope that things don’t get too dire.
As I hope my time doesn’t expire.

My world is filled with hate.
I don’t know if I’ll ever escape.
I have little room to grow,
Why did they dull me so?
Where is it that I stand?
This plan is becoming so dispicibly bland.
Can I get away from their grasp?
I’m only one person, and the masquerade almost always has the upper hand.
Why did everything unfold in such a horrendous manner?
If only my being weren’t so shattered.

The cool wind blows and I don’t feel sorrow.
What happened to the woe that was taking over?
I kind of miss it over feeling numb.
A sociopath with nothing in my flask.
So how do I bring myself back to life?
Things went quiet.
Am I through with this strife?
I need to win back my life.
But the winds have been blowing the shards of my former self out of sight.
How will I fix the puzzle of my mind and the shards of my heart that made me once feel so deeply?
My soul is fleeting and I’m stuck in this shell.
A wanderer lost, with nothing but to dwell.
Can I get out of this chaotic web?
I don’t know if I care I just miss being myself and the feelings that were once buried deep in my chest.

What happened to the shards of my fragmented being?
Are they back for good?
Or should I focus on leaving?
I can’t move forward if I’m always being pushed back.
I can’t keep living like this cause it’s me that I need to get back.
So as I try to be the best version of me I can be.
I’ll try to wash away the negativity that consumes me.
And try to find the missing pieces that make me exactly who I need to be.

Find me in acid rain.
I feel nothing, no pain.
At least I seem sane.
But I’ve had it with these games.
How will I ever feel,
When the blood flowing from my veins doesn’t feel real.
Everything is so concealed.
Where is the truth?
When will I heal?
But what’s left when I can no longer handle the sting?
Of the blade carving into my skin.
Is there anything left within?
It’s not me whose condoning these sins.
So how did I end up in the middle of the fire?
There’s no hope for me, no real desires.
Except to find myself, all the fragments and shards.
But I can’t figure out how to handle these cards.
My life has been ripped apart from the heart.
I need to follow the stars and find a new place to start.

The masquerade is growing,
And my fate is unknowing.
**** the masses,
What else is unfolding?
Things are looking grim.
And all I see are sins.
So how do I get out of this web of lies?
They bury the evidence and they even keep me in their disguise.
They never cease to break me down and bury the truth.
I just want to get up and out but things are so misconstrued.
I have no hope to continue on this bleak path.
Will I ever find any sort of happiness with the potential to last?
I have nothing left in this lifeless body that I carry around.
If only I could find a change of pace, as I try to find a happier sound.