There is a beautiful world
Full of life and love and lust
A land in which dreams unfold
I will, I do, I must

Then

There is a world of masks
Full of lies and lows and rant
A land of troubles and tears and tasks
I won’t, I don’t, I can’t

And

These worlds are one and the same
All it takes is a little peek
To see, beneath the veil, the shame
There is nothing like what we seek

You preached love to a heartless being and you clipped its wings right when it wanted to fly with you.
Are you the angel that I deserve, dream and desolately mourn along till the end of my days?

If my poem tells a lie, will the world give me a truth?
I am alive but I do not feel I am alive.
I feel like I have lost my soul.
My soul of my life.
My soul of my imagination.
My soul of the day I feel I never get it at all.

If my poem tells me a truth, will I believe that the world tells me a lie?
I am alive but I feel like I am a loser.
A loser of my life.
A loser of my imagination.
A loser of the day I feel I get what I want it at all.

If my poem tells me everything about my life, will you think I tell a lie and the world give you a truth?

globules of satan's blood drip into
     our souls

(the lies we tell ourselves are
     part of our consciousness )