One day,
There was a man
Dancing gracefully
Beneath an azure sky
He was an angel,
To every living being
That paint his body
With a red color
He was a joy
Living in a man,
No other jester bested
The way he laughs
Beneath it all,
Is a wandering soul
In a world full of foul
(A wandering body)
(A wandering shell)
Beneath the mask,
A mask where his eyes
Tell what the hidden color
They have painted,
Is a burst of erratic pain,
A holocaust,
A disastrous despair,
Misery, sorrow, anger, suffering,
Any devil has wrought upon him.
And... the mask fell...
He is a shell...
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
One day,
There was a man
Dancing gracefully
Beneath an azure sky
He was an angel,
To every living being
That paint his body
With a red color
He was a joy
Living in a man,
No other jester bested
The way he laughs
Beneath it all,
Is a wandering soul
In a world full of foul
(A wandering body)
(A wandering shell)
Beneath the mask,
A mask where his eyes
Tell what the hidden color
They have painted,
Is a burst of erratic pain,
A holocaust,
A disastrous despair,
Misery, sorrow, anger, suffering,
Any devil has wrought upon him.
And... the mask fell...
He is a shell...
