These days go on for eons yet nights are fractured dreams;
Where faces are familiar and names are edgeless screams;
When the words slide off the tongue yet lies are never gone;
When friendships are not questioned until the time of dawn.
Further in the rabbit hole you find yourself once more—
Deeper in your frozen guilt yet closer to the core.
All broken by desire yet living for what's left—
Engulfed by burning fire while living for the theft.
You're running with the shadows, yet stumbling in the dark;
You're tumbling through a meadow, yet falling in the park.
Though the night may still be young, the world has spun too far—
For the deeds done in the night determine who you are.
Raining on your masquerade, the dawn reveals the truth.
Washing down reality with innocence of youth.
Revealing all your actions, your motives all along—
The life that you have chosen, though chosen in the wrong.