Masquerade

A flurry of masked and painted faces,

Dancing around, counting their paces,

laughing and talking, drinking and reeling,

all thought of remorse, lost without feeling,

among them is me, dancing the same,

i listen and laugh and i feel little shame,

yet inside i know, that nothing is real,

but still i continue, trying to feel

any sweet sense of sanitys embrace,

yet its all fled with little a trace,

so smile i do, through madness everlasting,

and all the while my mind is still fasting,

this mask of mine, of what its made up,

the dark in my soul, is filling my cup,

and still i do drink, every last drop,

and as much as i want,  i still cannot stop,

so still i am dancing, an actor onstage,

fighting to free myself from my mad cage,

yet as i dance still, i know whats for certain,

my last chance of hope went down with the curtain.