Masquerade

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Masquerade

It always happen so fast

In the blink of an eye they pass

Your memories of joy they collapse

What unfolds before you,

Is the tragedy behind the mask

Short stories of broken memories

They pull back and steal your mind

They taint you with pain

A pain that stays from the forgotten past

A hologram of the abandoned

They seize your bliss

In the eye of your emotion

They capture you

Bury you to misery

They do not allow your triumph

For they hide behind the corners

Of your masquerade

And you let them

The darkness consumes you

Your tears they leak

And still you hid to deceive

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©ChrissaViolet

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