Do you feel that?
That ghost touch
Of soul freezing whispers.
I can.
You don't know
But it is death passing.

I can see the crawling hate in the world,
Creatures that gibber in blank insanity.
I am one of them.
Trapped behind this mask,
It is unbreakable and impassive
What you see of me
Everyday is what I really hide behind.
Not real
I can feel
Death passing.

My mask is a wall on both sides.
You cannot and do not try to scale,
And I do not because I cannot.
Behind the blank porcelain
I scream and struggle
You do not hear
As the crawling hate pulls me down from inside
And drowns me in my tears
And fears
My hopes
They are gone
Like death passing.

I know it is too late for me
But you can still escape.
Leave me and my broken mask
And drowning dreams
Choking on hate.
You can never see through the veil
For now my shroud
Of dust and lies
Is flawed.
The sight beyond is perfect sin
And that which is flawed can never reveal
Things not real
Anymore.

Do you feel that?
That ghost touch
Of soul freezing whispers.
You don't know
But it is death passing.