The Mask -

Bring my harrow, I stand here facing the outside.

Drink my sorrow;

these tears that soaked you every night.

Shall I follow?

Is what I’m chasing just a lie?

Or am I harrowed for lesser beings?

When they stand upon the field as the skies are turning grey.

And nothing is revealed only nothing left to say.

I wore it like a mask, and I knew it was in vain.

But I forgot to ask, have you ever felt this way?

Bring my harrow, I cannot face these things I hide.

There’s no tomorrow;

No arms to hold you, so dead inside.

Shall I borrow?

Oh my despair is but a lie.

Plagiarized sorrow from lesser beings.

When they stand upon the field as the skies are turning grey.

And nothing is revealed only nothing left to say.

I wore it like a mask, and I knew it was in vain.

But I forgot to ask, have you ever felt this way?