• Surrounded by a sea of mask,
    as I slowly descend into madness.
    A question mark still lingers,
    as did when the earth was created.

    A sorry sight of a fallen society,
    A mundane march of greed.
    Forced to cave into the circumstance,
    for we must fit that mold.

    We thrive on such a broken little rock,
    filled with such broken little people.
    Today shall be the start of a tomorrow
    that was never meant to be.

    Lost in the sound,
    Loneliness gnaws at the bone.
    Ripping flesh from life,
    and sends us away from the color.

    Stuck under a patch of faded sky,
    Not even the birds shed a tear.
    Gone are the yesterdays,
    and happiness becomes nothing but a memory.

    And with the end,
    Forms new beginnings.
    And we'll forever just go along,
    as the wind carries us away.