Words of the Broken and the Lover

Masquerade

Written on September 11, 2016

Luxurious night and ball gowns
beautifully designed masks and bright halls
The night falls and it seemed to me
     that it's another failure.

There's nothing but emptiness
Stage plays without any scripts
There's no plot twist
A mask without to reveal

It faded along the waves of the scenes
Erased with too much thrill
How could it steal the crowds' gazes
Not one would give a praise even with a captivating phrases

There's nothing but fake eyes and plastic smiles
Lost around in a pile of junks.
They've sunk into their demons.
The power of mask is to make them be a deceiver.

It's fine as long as they're blind
But as soon as they bind themselves into a chunk of sweets
They would be greeted as a treat, a meat to be exact.
Where do you find someone wearing a frown?

Someone put his cape down
A sign of backing down
Everyone's been waiting for this moment
How come he had come into postponement

Followed him to the exit
     and indeed he was different.
How ignorant was I to think of a fine man not taken?
How could I have mistaken that he has no lady to be with?

People here are wordsmith but it doesn't have anything.
It's more interesting to be with someone you love
than to be in a beautiful lonely night and a party without to bring.
Might as well stay and find stories to tell with meaning that's not a stray.

But this is a child's play but more fatal.
Scripts that are filled with betrayal and denial.
They are still snakes behind their mask
but what hurts the most is not their bite nor their poison.

But the fact that I wasn't chosen by him.