- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Masquerade
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I feel like I'm in a masquerade
dressed up like a saint
but the mask
is nailed on
you put it there I dont know why
my shrieking banshee soul wandering through streams of smiles and "how are you ?"
feeling cold as marble inside
thank you
behind a madonna face
But one day
when the sky splits open and more dead than alive walk it seems
(like in my dreams)
I wont hide and you ll see
theres no halo around my face
and the pain will run from my eyes
crimson
like the
Dying Sun
no I wont carry then on a plate
its no miracle I just couldnt keep up the Masquerade
