But one thing that wasn't understood
A sacred blind secret known by everyone
There is a certain beauty in being a mystery and there is a certain charm in having your hands tied to the past
The satisfaction of putting a blindfold on someone with a changed image of yourself
Yet the immediate despair you sink in as you realize you were the one with the blindfold on
Your wings are gone and as you are falling,your tears become crystals of ice
The wish to stop the time in frozen bits and watch it burn later on
fades in thin air as your oh-so-pure soul becomes nothing but a dungeon of lies as fragile as a snowflake yet protected by your forever changing mask
And so,you became a mystery.