A movie’s on a rapid reel
Passing my sight.
Mindless actors play their role
Enhancing plot.
While a shadow consumes my ideas
For daydreams I’m mourning,
Only one promise re-enacts
Blurring my screening.
My role is fading off the script.
I feel meaningless actions softly crumble.
I see the future in a masquerade.
Its veiled laughter plasters shrieks on my eyes.
One mask’s knowledge reverberates in discord.
One question echoes hollowly in mind.
What am I to do? I’ve had enough of caring.
What am I to do? A promise keeps me from abandoning.
Monsters formally waltz ‘round my window.
Their dark egos glide along my walls.
I know nothing of their beings
Being mere actors fitting parts.
While the shadow buries me to ruminate,
For seclusion is now backfiring,
I crawl in fear within my head;
My mind is softly failing.
