I wear this disguise, as if it were my own skin.
Figuratively, this is a big masquerade,
Dancing behind concealing masks, the joy of it all.
I'm fit to play the part, identity concealed with the most suited mask.
But no one is dancing...
And the music cuts out.
Is it the transparent mask that frightens you?
Am I that angel you believe me to be?
Guarding your every step,
But still you walk right through me.
You think I'm nothing but a mere illusion of your thoughts.
Invisible.
Yet you look in the mirror as if you were expecting me,
Thoughts of wonder to as what could be the cause of my delay.
I could cut the tension with a knife
Unsustainable yet you're unattainable
My breath falls short again
And I'm suffocating.
Could I possibly steal your breath with the words you say?
You say you see me, feel me perhaps, but perhaps not.
Imperative to what you don't see, this ensemble hides better than I thought.
Death left me still awake, though life I could never fake,
I feel as the living, but walk among the dead.
Trapped between two worlds, I can't look ahead.
Do you see me as I feel to be, or walk by what I seem to be?
Do you look or do you even recognize me?
You're oblivious to my being.
The black ravens sing the sorrows of non-seeing
Let the shadows unveil with each step.
I know I'm here to stay.
