Detox
Mask, Sonnet Poem
[Verse 1]
Boring through the eyes of the man in the mirror
And seeing right through his mask of laughter
Fake smiles, broken hearts, all just tears of a clown
Behind his glowing masquerade is a dripping gloom frown
I can only see his faults, his sins, everything he wronged
Because all his joy and morality are so far gone
But I feel for him, I understand this fellow’s pain
Trust down at his feet, suffering a hate he can’t contain
Seasons are no more, he walks in rain, all the same
While misery chips him away, driving him completely insane
His hands itching to act, head spilling with suicidal thoughts
Heavy decisive shots, drunken shots, and deadly shots
Rest in peace my dear friend, but no need for farewells
For I will follow you till the end, wherever you might dwell