Furtive Monologue — Despised Icon

This in audible voice has flattered my ears An unreal sound of distress, a sensation that aroused my being This moment was all yours but the pleasure was all mine All the weight I've been carrying vanished for a valuable instant

One day when this curtain will fall Masks will be shattered

Your eyes silently scream astonishing grief The satisfaction I devour is not retribution Your sorrow's my devotion I'll be rewarded with your degradation Nourished by bitter passions, My hunger for human deprivation will be quenched No retribution Your sorrow's my devotion

A furtive monologue

This unspoiled opus wasn't meant to persist eternally Masks and disguises returned to their relevant closets This theatrical masquerade will be lead to its irrevocable ending

One day or another, One day when this curtain will fall Masks will be shattered