the sky sulks
even the sunlight is grey
a herd of clouds tethered to the morning

The girl of your dreams
is an insomniac
and you are losing
your voice
trying to sing
her to sleep.

raw as a rock
crushes me
mighty like a meteorite
hits me
invincible as a bottomless
spiral
drags into the abyss
my fatuous beliefs
revealing
withered silhouettes
and
desolation

Welcome to a day at the masquerade

Everyone wears a mask

Everyone knows it's not real but we are showing who we wish we were

Everyone has a permeant problem and this is a temporary cure

But we will put on mask and dawn an act pretend until it's late

Now come we have a reality to fabricate


Here comes Madame Olive who is dressed so beautifully
But later she will throw up feeling self-loathing's cruelty

And Mr James flirts with Lady Mary
But ever one know it's Sir Richard he  would rather it be

The King and Queen no longer seek each other for comfort
They find each other as appealing as dirt

Duchess Clover seems to enjoy the attention of many
But she really just wants to be noticed by Doc Henry

Doc Henry wants to be heard but doesn't want to speak
And gets rid of anyone who tries to get in too deep

Lord John feels he missed something good in life along the way
And Miss Catherine feels like no one will ever ask her to stay

But here at the Masquerade they can be who they want to be
And during this delusion we are all free

My stained glass window
Changed the color of my outlook.

Wait in the wings
The angels are going to sing
This place is gone but here
And though it's so far it's so near
A fleeting moment gone so fast
In this theater of Stained Glass