Who am "I"
As if a personality is a singularity
Am I the Pierot walking the tightrope
Am I the Ghoul eating dead memory
Am I the Well waiting to be fulfilled

The Pierot wears a lovely mask that smiles
But under it he is afraid of falling
The abyss below is one that falls for miles
But when he walks or falls he is alone

The Ghoul haunts the graveyard and battlefields
Knawing at dry skeletal memories
Trying to swallow emptiness that will not yield
As time passes by in a field of headstones

The Well has been polluted for many years
By wishes and secret desires thrown in
All their secrets and wishes ****** onto its ears
It is fullfilled by desires that are not its own

Who am "I"
As if I could find a singularity
As if the Pierot was all
As if the Ghoul wasn't starving
As if the Well wouldn't poison my thoughts