You know me, you claim
Unaware of the part you play in the show of your race.
It is a dance, and we are all masked,
creatures imitating mortals for generations.
You’ve willingly given your soul to come into my heart
But do you know the price you have paid?
What if I showed you my real face?
This game. This foolish game,
I am the hunter, no matter
What I want you to believe, or how hard I try to be the prey
It is always the same;
Because I am unlike your kind
I have eyes that see too much of the world for its reality
The skeletons in the closet
The demons in the street
And desperately I cling to wishes of mortality
But we are not the same
I am a free, ****** soul
You are caged, yet never are of wanting.
Not of love, which I so desperately give
To you, to the world
But loneliness is my price;
The one that I have paid.
Could I ever really have you?
Not without my mask,
And it’s already wasting away.