Confined to the shadows and soundproof halls,
Forcefed deception and fantasies.
Endless rain, the mud knee-deep
I could only see
What was shown...
A world familiar and foreign,
Torments anew disguised as the old.
Sipping from poison-laced glasses,
Listening to haunted bedtime tales.
Where are the monsters?
Where are the clowns?
A circus mirror, distorting reality;
Faceless whispers commanding the show.
Cracks in the facade,
my fingernail chips at the alabaster covering,
until it shatters and releases the moths.