The Mask

Where's the fire that burned so bright

Long extinguished by haunted nights

20 mg per day help hide

Unhealed wounds deep inside

The mask does its daily task

Shielding demons from the past

Suspended only for a short while
They lay in wait to spoil a smile

Comfortably they subdue at best

Leaving the host in another fortress
Pain is such an inconvenience
Venting is social deviance

Remaining in a fortress to appease 'em all

But nobody's there to break your fall
Passion suppressed for another day
How much longer who can say?