"This is the place where Ideas go to die...
The resting grounds of stories who shan't see the sky...
A Kangaroo court for the ideas left unspun...
Where the choice is made if a tale should go unsung."
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I wear my masks like life's an elaborate masquerade. But like to smile through my facade The briefest of flutters, for a renegade in hopes that one day the scars shall fade
A quiet rebellion, a sideways stare is all the freedom my broken wings can bare For I am mending, I am there Awaiting the day my smile shall come without care. Yet, until the time comes that I am finally there,
I shall wear my masks.
and move through the crowds of smiling faces Of, staring faces. Of judging faces and glaring faces. all the while wondering who is hiding more the battered angel in the tear-stained masks Or the smiling plastic people, donned in gold, with empty hearts.
Look for me. I am the one with the quietest of smiles Come find me within the crowd. Take a moment, take a chance and through the night we shall dance. Move to the motions, just us two. Throughout a room filled to the seams with people all pretending as we do.
They've slipped on their masks of gilded gold Prepared their hearts for tales untold Have donned their smiles and their attires and wrapped themselves in their desires
As the magic of the night begins to takes hold of the young, the learned and even the old. They sing and they dance, and they are free To be for just a night who they are meant to be.
For I wear the masks, and attend the masquerades and march down the streets in coloured parades But it is with my heart the price is paid Till in the ground my dreams are firmly laid.
the ball has ended, the dancers run home and there I am left dancing alone. It's all I can do to live through the crushing pain and hide my tears as I dance in the pouring rain.
As the raindrops blend with my falling tears as my heart is crushed with endless fears I weep for the boy that has to lie and hide his face, and never cry. For love, that is unconditional is nothing but a lie.
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Author note: Edited the structure and shuffled around some of the lines. Hopefully, the flow is now less disjointed.
