a mask lying in soil, a mask that once was skin
a face once worn, the image that is illusion
lost to time, ingrained in life, eyes wrought with sin
in the face of sorrow, the mask cast away
torn from the body, flesh and bone revealed
to grow skin anew, eyes of innocence wanting stay

masks worn of the jester race, dancing in the pale moonlight
the moonclad reflection in blackened blood
no mask cast away, images burning the jesters eyes shut tight
inner conflict wages war, wracked with grief are they
gripping minds tight, unable to control streams of thought
taste of blood on the tongue, words that they cannot say

darkening thoughts trickle, seeping through cracked mental walls
eroding away at sanity, poisoning all reason
sinking nails into flesh, screams of agony echo frightening all
fates nihilistic fantasy coming to fruition
realisation of non existence, self corruption bringing forth our demise
choose, become life create purpose, or slave to fates dream of self destruction