Your mascarade and ballroom dance.
Enchanting songs lure me in
the beautiful people and
a facade of silk.
Take the mask off and show me who you are.
Where are you waiting in the parade of disguises?
Which mark do you hide behind?
The music raptures
The voice powerful and melodic,
empowering the listener to feel an actual emotion
You dance,
the marrionette of love and death.
I see you in the center of the maelstrom,
spinning to an outer chaos which can be seen
only by few.
The sadness radiates.
It grasps the viewers, listeners, and knowers.
It affects them in ways not known by you until now.
You bound and gag me.
And rape my innocence.
Still behind the mask,
I wonder who you are . . .