Creid

Want to hide behind my veil - my own mask
Don't want you to see me... but why?
Like a broken angel with nothing left but my mask
Naked and exposed - my own personal crown of thorns

Time is against us - the seconds, minutes, hours
A prison.. My prison of my words to
Capture this moment of paper
There is othing - no reality, no illusion

There is you, and me, in a world where time is forbidden
Where reality is greater than illusion
And illusion is greater than reality
Darkness is outlawed

Safe - wrapped in our intertwining shadows
- But there cannot be shadow
Without both light and dark -

Hidden away from the world not our own

Try - make sense of me
Because I can't
Because I don't know myself
My mask, my broken wings, my bloodied feathers

Only you could end this despair