The Mask and Shadow

I’m just a mask

I’m just a mask

What’s underneath,

Is all you ask


Seek this answer

And one day you’ll see

That the mask and these shadows

Are all I’ll ever be


These shadows form

In the murky mist of morn

They scream and wail

With twisted violence born


Are there answers

For these answers

Or just more dreams

Or just these writhing dancers


There are no saviors

There are no prayers

There is only the mask

And the shadows dancing in the air

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