hiding
hiding

 

hiding behind a mask
the heaviness creeps on me
every day a prison like the last
this burden I wish away from me

I, hate, everything, this prison, this disease
I, Hate, everything, this mask, the morale of unease

hiding behind a mask
I see your eyes reflect mine
I miss the freedom of the past
I fear life will never be the same

I, hate, everything, this prison, this disease
I, Hate, everything, this mask, the morale of unease
I, Hate that I somedays now hate myself
I, Hate, that you somedays hate me too

isolated, hiding away
masked, waiting for my turn
for this madness to swallow me
because…

I, hate, everything, this prison, this disease
I, Hate, everything, this mask, the morale of unease
I, hate, that we’re all suffering
I, Hate, this suffering, this disease.

(c) 2020 Allen Wolfie Simpson