~In the Confines of Solitude ~
Once again the curtain falls,
I throw away my mask with joy.
It's the retreat without song.
It's the retreat to better worlds.
A short escape to dreamlike vision.
A pointless quest of soulless phantom.
No music plays, no futile clapping,
No word can breath in the air of vacuum.
I am a ghost, I have my shadows.
The clock keeps ticking.
The curtain's rising.
As I locate the worn out mask,
Your eyes are staring.
Endless demand for needless play.
You play your part of puppetry so modestly
This time again, shall I partake?
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