Welcome to my home.
Hell within the dome.
People with black robes passing by.
Couldn't see past their mask, even if you try.
See the smiles on the real ones face?
See the tears leaving their trace?
See the red glowing eyes behind the mask?
See the blue eyes of the Angels after his task?
In ones face,
the one with the tear trace.
The one with the red eye.
The one who refuses to really cry.
The one with the blood all over their robe.
The one known threw out the globe.
The one with the small smile on his face.
A smile hidden behind his mask.
A smile, one not to ask.
A smile hidden in the heart.
The one whom lives with a missing part.
The red eyes will turn blue
only past the mask can you see what’s true.
The mask of emptiness.
The mask of cold.
The mask as hard as gold.
The mask full of the lies told.
A dark mask for a dark heart.
But not if your really smart.
Look behind the red eye.
You will see what wants to cry.
You will see an Angel fly.
You will see a wounded heart die.
You will see, an Angel behind a Demons eye.
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