Their story is birth
Their destination is death
This lifetime
Is written in fake letters
This dance
A dance of forsaken souls
Broken ghosts
In life’s parade

They are faceless
They are nameless
They are souls
Behind masks

Every day and each moment I see new faces. Characteristics blended together in a unique way. Faces I’ve never seen before but although this doesn’t seem important at all. There’s a story behind each of those faces. They grow up, they’ve loved, they’ve been loved, they’ve hated, they’ve been hated but for us every single person is just another animal. A nameless soul behind a mask. Perhaps this is a better word… A mask, not a face. So, every mask seems the same. I see nameless souls behind masks everywhere and then I just delete them from my memory like there is no story, no soul behind those masks.

The only truth
The face they lost
Make this masquerade
This Broken halo
End so tender
So true

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