masquerading charades

it’s perfectly quiet
and perfectly still
so silent i heard a heartbeat

im not really lucid
im not really clear
the voices they cloud my vision

its a masquerade
in a game of charades
the faces and places of lies
we flied over the moon
kissed the sun as it bloomed
now its faded and leaving too soon

its words i can’t find
its words i can’t say
they catch in my throat in a sigh

the spinning wheel spins
of memories once lived
they’re washing away as i cry

its a masquerade
in a game of charades
the faces and places of lies
we flied over the moon
kissed the sun as it bloomed
now its faded and leaving too soon