The sky is smothering from hovering shades of silence
Reality fades as I drift away in this masquerade of tyrants
a cascade of broken dreams slip down the seems of this patterned face
Unstitching every thread that patched up life’s mistakes
Hanging from these strings, my hands are worn and torn
Unraveling as my weakness, a life of failure’s born
Unsheltered from the storm, chaos reins the sun
Leaving me in darkness, heartless as they come
Harnessed to the soul of ones fortune I condemned
I trimmed the outer rim to hear the whispering helpless hymns
Confined in this place filled of solitude and guilt
A morbid grin stares with sin as it destroys what i built
A quilt of everlasting beauty, everything I had wanted
Ashamed of whom I was, so I faked then flaunted
Twas as if I was Cinderella at the stroke of twelve
This fairytale had turned into a reality in hell
Fingers where pointing as some where ripping me apart
Like demons who where hungry for this beautiful work of art
I had wasted a life masking every little imperfection
Judging others along the way when they were merely my own reflection