an inside-out experience-part 2

I trust the meaning,despise the word
as nowadays, the beauty's cold.
surrounded by intrusive charms
we never pledged we live our lives.

we do distrust, we don't agree
we are seduced,
and still we're free?..yet we are not!
but when we'll be?


the masquerade has took it's throne
the human's soul
is more than ever in decline
the soul of madness,soul of wine.

Dionysus is our god..
and we're thankful for his sword
thank you for the masks,falsity,cheap plays..
they're so important in our lives.

but there's still a haunted angel,
-waiting,
crying in disgrace
hoping that tomorrow
we may find our face.



(in a big box filled with emptiness)