If you could trace upon my heart with a piece of coal
Would my imitation capture that which makes me real
A transparent visage only outlining the life I’ve shown
Marked as beautiful only as I dry away, fly away.
Masked… Painted…
Drifting away I feel sacred
Death… Awaits me…
Drifting away
Disconnected from my kin and cast down into this earth
Left as a colorful reflection still dreaming of rebirth
Not knowing what lies on the path ahead
Left only to discern that you will love me better dead
Masked… Painted…
Drifting away I feel sacred
Death… Awaits me…
Drifting away
Copyright 2003 little nemo
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