You look at me
With only eyes that can see,
The real face behind a mask.
You dance,
Dance amongst the dead.
With knuckles  white your etched in my mind,
Your love is roulette.
A shot in the dark.
When two hearts must part,
From its masquerade.
Motionless,
I stand still in the crowd.
Wearing a plastic smile,
As If all was a bad dream.
But you still look at me
With only eyes that can see,
The real face behind a mask.