Buried in the Masquerade

I see your face reflected in the window,

the mask from All-Hallows-Eve.

The night we strolled unprotected,

ripping our hearts from our sleeves.

Buried in the Masquerade.

We arrived at the party

buzzing from my stash of Daniel's

So many people dancing and flailing around-

watching as your stomach reels.

The smiles around us are abundant.

The sickness growing in us is palpable.

The anger was begging to be let out,

not allowing to be silenced-

buried in the Masquerade.

Hide all your dismay.

Hide the voices in your head.

Hide the evidence of your ill faith.

Hide all your prayers for death.

Buried in the Masquerade.