March of the Masquerade
[ I ]
The party sighed and let us go,
Like the pulse of black in the first white snow.
And I wish they’d kept us one more hour,
‘Cause his eyes were dull and his mouth was sour.
That night, we stood, with the stars all dim.
Then he looked at me, and I looked at him.
I figured we’d read each others’ mind;
That the cage of clocks had us both confined.
So I hugged him tight and he kissed my head
As he told me that we should go to bed.
Then I nodded, knowing the hour was late.
And I murmured something like “This was great.”
As I leaned back in for a goodbye kiss,
He attacked with a lust that was hard to miss,
And his fingers searched as his lips met mine,
‘Till they grasped at the fabric around my spine.
[ II ]
Well, my mind was rushed at a dizzy pace,
As I tried to flee from the fire’s embrace,
And I cut the stitching around my lips,
‘Cause the scream of rage broke the terror’s scripts.
But he dragged me down and he pressed my shirt,
To a frost that rose from the solid dirt.
It was stirring into my jacket’s green,
And he muttered things ever more obscene.
Now the snow was falling around our form,
Chasing all my hopes of the good and warm.
And it brushed my hands and it tinged my hair;
As he kissed my chest he began to swear.
In a minute’s time all my clothes were off
And the icy wind brought an icy cough
So I stopped the things I had tried to yell,
But I found myself conjuring up hell.
[ III ]
And my thoughts, they turned, like a Ferris wheel.
Where a demon sat with a charming deal
For a simple price and a little lie.
(He could blindfold me if he gave an eye).
The season’s climate stung my skin
But my gaze was fierce and I held a grin.
When he clutched me tightly I barely flinched,
‘Cause the fear was hunted, the pain was lynched.
As a minute passed, then another chased,
I was ghostly pale, but the demon paced.
When at last he calmed and he leaned away,
The malicious thing in my mind went gray.
In a frenzied love for the dearest kill,
It began to claw through my sight with thrill.
And the scene turned red in the dark of night,
As I laughed out loud at the snow so white.
[ IV ]
Well, the boy was drunk and the lighting bad.
I was two halves crazed and a little mad.
So when I jumped up, and he felt the blow,
I can’t blame him much for his being slow.
With a few hard rocks and a clumsy fist,
I would never murder the man I kissed.
So I found my boots and I put them on,
Then I kicked him down on his own front lawn.
And you have to wonder what neighbours thought,
That they saw the chaos my demon wrought.
But no one cried out to “help that kid!”
So maybe no one saw what I did.
He struggled slightly, but that first kick,
Had had the strength of a ton of brick.
So slowly, I watched his life fade out.
And I couldn’t help every hug of doubt.
[ V ]
Then the cold seeped in to my frozen blood,
And the quiet hit with a muted thud,
When the wave of nausea caught my breath,
So I bit my tongue and I prayed for death.
And hate resolved to the sick control,
Of the shock that now hadn’t paid its toll.
So I walked along through the devil’s yard.
With my vision blurred ‘cause my eyes were scarred.
When the stars look bright every smile looks dim.
If the party’s fun then the clown is grim.
But the world beneath is alive with wit,
And it’s not a crime if you don’t commit.
So I’d like to hope that a mother sobbed,
But when life’s a given, it’ll be robbed.
And if someone takes what was never his,
Then I’ll thank the end, ‘cause that’s what truth is.
The party sighed and let us go,
Like the pulse of black in the first white snow.
And I wish they’d kept us one more hour,
‘Cause his eyes were dull and his mouth was sour.
That night, we stood, with the stars all dim.
Then he looked at me, and I looked at him.
I figured we’d read each others’ mind;
That the cage of clocks had us both confined.
So I hugged him tight and he kissed my head
As he told me that we should go to bed.
Then I nodded, knowing the hour was late.
And I murmured something like “This was great.”
As I leaned back in for a goodbye kiss,
He attacked with a lust that was hard to miss,
And his fingers searched as his lips met mine,
‘Till they grasped at the fabric around my spine.
[ II ]
Well, my mind was rushed at a dizzy pace,
As I tried to flee from the fire’s embrace,
And I cut the stitching around my lips,
‘Cause the scream of rage broke the terror’s scripts.
But he dragged me down and he pressed my shirt,
To a frost that rose from the solid dirt.
It was stirring into my jacket’s green,
And he muttered things ever more obscene.
Now the snow was falling around our form,
Chasing all my hopes of the good and warm.
And it brushed my hands and it tinged my hair;
As he kissed my chest he began to swear.
In a minute’s time all my clothes were off
And the icy wind brought an icy cough
So I stopped the things I had tried to yell,
But I found myself conjuring up hell.
[ III ]
And my thoughts, they turned, like a Ferris wheel.
Where a demon sat with a charming deal
For a simple price and a little lie.
(He could blindfold me if he gave an eye).
The season’s climate stung my skin
But my gaze was fierce and I held a grin.
When he clutched me tightly I barely flinched,
‘Cause the fear was hunted, the pain was lynched.
As a minute passed, then another chased,
I was ghostly pale, but the demon paced.
When at last he calmed and he leaned away,
The malicious thing in my mind went gray.
In a frenzied love for the dearest kill,
It began to claw through my sight with thrill.
And the scene turned red in the dark of night,
As I laughed out loud at the snow so white.
[ IV ]
Well, the boy was drunk and the lighting bad.
I was two halves crazed and a little mad.
So when I jumped up, and he felt the blow,
I can’t blame him much for his being slow.
With a few hard rocks and a clumsy fist,
I would never murder the man I kissed.
So I found my boots and I put them on,
Then I kicked him down on his own front lawn.
And you have to wonder what neighbours thought,
That they saw the chaos my demon wrought.
But no one cried out to “help that kid!”
So maybe no one saw what I did.
He struggled slightly, but that first kick,
Had had the strength of a ton of brick.
So slowly, I watched his life fade out.
And I couldn’t help every hug of doubt.
[ V ]
Then the cold seeped in to my frozen blood,
And the quiet hit with a muted thud,
When the wave of nausea caught my breath,
So I bit my tongue and I prayed for death.
And hate resolved to the sick control,
Of the shock that now hadn’t paid its toll.
So I walked along through the devil’s yard.
With my vision blurred ‘cause my eyes were scarred.
When the stars look bright every smile looks dim.
If the party’s fun then the clown is grim.
But the world beneath is alive with wit,
And it’s not a crime if you don’t commit.
So I’d like to hope that a mother sobbed,
But when life’s a given, it’ll be robbed.
And if someone takes what was never his,
Then I’ll thank the end, ‘cause that’s what truth is.