I hope one day all of the darkness will fade
You’ll take off your mask in his masquerade
Flowers will bloom on the inside -
From your rib cage to the back of your spine
Your empty eyes pouring out pain
Will dance in the moonlight once again
Maybe tomorrow you’ll dust off your brain
Even in the depths in which you claim you’re insane

Your voice shakes, your knees knock
Like the chiming bells on a hickory clock
The nightmare you endure day by day;
A never-ending infection, a lagging plague
Phantoms cover you like your grandmother’s quilt
Tire you so all you can do is wilt
The paperchain dwindling by the windowsill
Is tattered, frail, and utterly shrill

I hope one day all this madness will stop
Until then all I can do is watch.