**I cannot look into her eyes
the soul of a mother long gone
I hate my face in the mirror
I dread the stranger within
My sunken brown eyes are faded
Like the falling sand,
the statue of my self is erased
Life is a joke,
and I'm the clown
I perform to an empty theater,
and laugh at my own shadow
The voices are in my head,
the puppets and the songs
the whisperers and the screams
When I lay in the dark,
alone,
sometimes,
I close my eyes,
to the howls of the demons inside
Mother,
I'm married to the night
Someday I had hoped,
that when I'm done with my acts,
Maybe,
In the heavens,
where you live
We would laugh forever,
Like we always did**